She realized stereotypes are just shadows, long, heavy, and convincing, until you step into the light and watch them fade.
Sitting on my desk, half hidden beneath some papers, is a dark crimson feather. It was there- in my bag…
A terrible fight was going on between Lucifer, the demon king and a mighty red yellow dragon who looked like…
Splash! The serene, aquamarine waves of the river pond splashed upon the rocks, I submerged my feet underwater, tingling my…