Pluviophile

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

5:48 [re-write 2.0]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

Tiny Tales

An Ode to the Stars

What was originally a school assignment has now turned into this.

Lost in My Mind

A collection of short stories, thoughts, and the occasional rant.

Pleasant Things

Ariella Skuller is supposedly dead according to her father's lies to the town's people. After being in a tragic accident, Ariella lost three important things in her life; her mother, her childhood memories and her left eye in result she wears a plain black eye patch over her eye. With her father leaving her home alone...

December

They met in December.