Auria Writing

Egyptian blue leaved tress arched over the meadow in the breeze as snowflakes fell from the sky. The chime of the wedding bells gave me chills as ..

Don’t spit me your philosophy, They’re usually filled with hypocrisy, Your wisdom always fails you, And I’m left with an ap..

The smell of burnt bread clouded my surroundings as I lay soundly asleep in my bed. “Emma...” A familiar voice called after me. ..