My grandfather’s moods flashed like lightning. His pride never let him back down. He met life with unending resolve, Showing me courage...

Deep in the hollows where the fog hangs low, In a cabin of pine where wild roses grow, Lives the one they call the Witch of Black...

Your coffee cup still sits where you left it— Half-empty on the kitchen table. I thought you were just having a bad day When you said you...

He was just a grandfather, taking Abby home. Listening to tales of childhood dreams, The windshield shattered without warning. The first...

Your alarm clock rings, another Monday dawn. The coffee's brewed, already running late, The traffic's backed up for miles ahead. Is this...

People gather around their common dreams, When every stranger brings a gift to share. But welcome withers when tested by time, As...