In the east, the sun is rising eagerly, wanting to show its shiny face so much so that the people in the Long Island get sunlight. It was a Sunday, a..
Later that afternoon, I stumble upon the stairs to my bedroom. I am still thinking of that pendant. That scary pendant. And what puzzles me most is t..
The sweet wind of spring blows gently against my cheeks. Those lovely birds sing lovely songs at me while sitting on the branch of the maple tree gro..
I listen to the sounds of metals and irons clinking to each others and the sound of cracks of fires in the fireplace. I open my eyes in a tired manne..
this story is about a princess who were forced to be married at an early age. she then found a charming young man who seemed to make her wonder myster..