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. … More

Tesauro: Part Ten

Moonlight cast the sand in silver light. Whispering waves rushed up the shore and retreated, softly rustling away, leaving a … More

Erhart opened the door of his cottage and noticed that he had left the door unlocked. “Blow,” he muttered at … More

He kicked the stand up and took off furiously pedalling forwards through the pouring rain. Cool drops fell against his … More

And so, when the wind rose, chilling Erhart, he dragged his black boots heavily scratching across the pavement. He shivered … More

Erhart gazed up at the red sky blazing above, slightly propped up against a log. He felt weak. All of … More

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

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

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

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