There’s a shadow on my wall and no matter what I do it won’t go away.
The tree stood still with the ghosts of all those had been hanged there drifting forever around it’s tangled limbs.
The only thing Sundays are good for is laying in bed, reading books and drinking tea.
She was drifting on a sea of dreams to lands unknown.
Logophile; a lover of words.
He loved words. They were his passion, life, work and ultimately his untimely death.
He wanted to write, but his hands weren’t working.
She locked all their technology away and declared they were going to have a family fun day.
Spring seemed to have arrived but nobody had told Winter.
The hanging flower baskets had appeared all over the town. No one knew who was responsible or why, but the towns people were all in agreement that the flowers brightened up everyone’s day.
When he saw the ring in the shop window he knew it would be perfect. Now all he had to hope was that she’d say yes.