There was one thing Tony Barra was sure of: when it came to little Italy, he was king. Being a capybara was tough, sure, but there was nothing quite so hard as holding an empire filled with them. With...

Upon a field of flowers, I stand The smell of pine fills my nose. I am nothing but a wasteland I turned my head. To see the flowers wilting.   Now it is winter,  The field is bathed...

Sandie Crest examined the odd-looking rock in her hand and felt overwhelmed with a mix of negative emotions. She wondered why this particular rock looked different than the rest while pouring rain started...

Oh, how I longed to exist unapologetically To step onto the cold grass, barefoot To see what lies beneath the word: “me” However, what I found cannot be simply put; But I will try my best...