I stepped out on to the deck, the cool ocean air hitting my face as the cabin door swung open. The gentle rocking of the ship seemed to almost lull one into a false sense of security, as though we were in the arms of a loving parent rather than
Though her statue sat, Poised and pretty on the shelf, It broke in my hand.
"Why I Write" the headline boldly stated, backed by a confidence only years of success and failure could yield. When I read this essay for the first time I was flooded with a mixture of emotions - all of which ended in resounding agreement leaving me in stunned silence
Laughter echoed into the dimly-lit hallway, joyful sounds traveling on rays of light spilling from the opening. A shadowed form approached the source of the noise, eager to enter the inner area where the others had gathered. He moved slowly through the doorway in efforts to remain unnoticed, though
Your best truly shows, When a crowd of none observes, Let peace be the judge.
"Gah, it doesn't work!" he cried, tossing the piece of equipment into the corner. He instantly regretted his decision, and was relieved to find that it had landed among a collection of blankets lying there. "I guess not doing laundry can pay off." mused