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…

Her ocean-blue eyes flooded with tears. She tried to speak. As if she were choking, her hand clutched at her…

Erhart saw her oddly calm eyes staring back at him, and her face tilted to one side, just before she…

I created the image of Tesauro with water-colour coloured-pencils. I hope that you enjoy it! Perhaps the delicately rising and…

Erhart closed his eyes tightly, holding and bracing himself by repeating, “Unreal,” against the echoing rush of memories. A…

There was a thoughtful hesitation. The pen jerked across the page and black lines curled to form the word ‘insanity.’…

I have despised mathematics for most of my life because it did not let me be creative, only involving cold…

My vegetarian beliefs are connected with how I felt reading George Orwell’s piece. I wrote the essay when I was starting to…

In ‘Hard Times’ a cruelly strict teacher named Mr. Gradgrind believes that facts are “the one thing needful” (page 1).…