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Please note: This story is inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth. The sky sounded like it was breaking in half. Streams of salty water streaked the windows with a fury and desperation that shook the trees and lamp posts outside, scattering whimpering dogs, mercilessly ending lives at whim. As it hammered against the pane impatiently, I watched […]

Once upon a time, a princess lived happily in her castle and was surrounded by the greatest family anyone could ever ask for. She loved to play with her little sister and read daily newspapers with her Grandpa and her Dad. She liked to talk about olden times with her Grandma and listen to her

1. WINTER ON A MOUNTAINPatches of stark white shine beneath a sizzling sun. A green field coated with morning dew is slowly being conquered by these little snow masses. Winter’s first call takes a fine toll on the weather. Chilly breezes whoosh by, a sound of an audience jeering and whooping. Farmers take heed of

The forlorn stranger stares at me defiantly. Chin raised; I hold her opaline green eyes just as audaciously. Her eerie raven hair angers a few orange strands that further dare to tickle a weary face. A hand flutters up reluctantly to rest on hard silvering, before flinching back again. Swallowing, I swipe my own palm

When dusk falls, lights go out like a thousand fireflies caught unawares by a net of woven torment.Houses seal their entrances, and the thickening air smothers any leftover unwanted presences.Soon, breaths go steady, and dreams are left unmonitored. When dusk falls, trees shake and their leaves tremble; the unforgiving sea scatters froth that lookscrimson in

Lady Lynn is walking outside whenAsudden, land Angels and their ilk!Rose in the hand, with a fall and glideThe stand of a lord, and words like silk, “Red, with petals of magic and smell,And thornless, how a beauty unmatched!Near, stand assured to never see hell!Our trust in you, lest it be snatched…” “Aye,” Lynn accepts,

A proud maharajah sits on his throne while scrutinizing the most important combat match of his reign.  Prior to formal abdication, each Rajah must choose the next fit ruler for his kingdom by receiving a number of people from around town to perform an assortment of carefully chosen challenges. Nobles claim that a king’s position is solely

Tempting whiffs of deliciously scented coffee waft into my nose as I glide through the bustling Cafe of Delhi, balancing an impressive number of plates upon my left arm and two cups of steaming hot cappuccinos in my free hand. Gracefully flying from table to table, I hand each of my fellow people their respective

The first note tastes of ivory, of the clusters of stars that shine upon us in a million constellations, a union of entities together kindling the blackness of night into pale ashes of the sea. The second note rings aloud in its loneliness, a single letter lost inside a void of meaninglessness. A letter without another

While the blood and gilt and roses singWhile the pale orb howls goodbyeWhile the canvas awakens; Mother flingsWhispers of warmth into the sky. While the shadows forge and hum a tuneThat follow as you go byWinds gnash loudly and cheer and croonShouts of courage, and a cooling sigh. While shuffling shifts in timber rouses three