The autumn evening before The Hunt Demelsa sat just outside of the den, gazing up at the moon. Her physical…
Running with the Wolves: Part Two
In the late summer her mother walked up to her, licked her ear, and said, “You are stronger now and…
Running with the Wolves: Part One
Walking with a dance in her steps imprinted in the snow behind her, she flowered into a bound and twirl.…
The Statue of Ice
In the past I would worry I was not the one you adore Now I’m frightened that I don’t love…
Passing Memory in the Night
Originally posted on A Dream of Writing:
Passing Memory in the Night Wind fleeting rushes with the witch through night Faces pass…
Tesauro: Part Ten
Moonlight cast the sand in silver light. Whispering waves rushed up the shore and retreated, softly rustling away, leaving a…
Tesauro: Part Nine
Erhart opened the door of his cottage and noticed that he had left the door unlocked. “Blow,” he muttered at…
Tesauro: Part Eight
He kicked the stand up and took off furiously pedalling forwards through the pouring rain. Cool drops fell against his…
Tesauro: Part Seven
And so, when the wind rose, chilling Erhart, he dragged his black boots heavily scratching across the pavement. He shivered…
Tesauro: Part Six
Erhart gazed up at the red sky blazing above, slightly propped up against a log. He felt weak. All of…
Tesauro: Part Five
Her ocean-blue eyes flooded with tears. She tried to speak. As if she were choking, her hand clutched at her…
Tesauro: Part Four
Erhart saw her oddly calm eyes staring back at him, and her face tilted to one side, just before she…
Tesauro: Part Three
I created the image of Tesauro with water-colour coloured-pencils. I hope that you enjoy it! Perhaps the delicately rising and…
Tesauro: Part Two
Erhart closed his eyes tightly, holding and bracing himself by repeating, “Unreal,” against the echoing rush of memories. A…
Tesauro: Part One
There was a thoughtful hesitation. The pen jerked across the page and black lines curled to form the word ‘insanity.’…
Algebra Story
I have despised mathematics for most of my life because it did not let me be creative, only involving cold…
George Orwell’s “Shooting an Elephant” and Vegetarianism
My vegetarian beliefs are connected with how I felt reading George Orwell’s piece. I wrote the essay when I was starting to…
When her Sky has Lost its Blue
Describes an emotional response to pollution, global warming, and resource depletion through empathy for Greta Thunberg. To a pure and passionate soul; a kindred spirit…
