They had never known anything else. Drawn to the darkness, the habitat was something in which they continued to find solace in; even after leaving the protectorate. They’d all grown up there, you see, underground in a vast network of labyrinthian corridors and ancient mine networks which had since been excavated. The only light they saw was that which fluoresced from the artificial suns fixated on...

Miles away from some forgotten place; some nowhere land.

It feels like we will possibly never return.

I don’t know what to call it, it seems different here than any place I’ve ever been before.

The wind blows down the lane of an abandoned country house that once stood strong on its foundations before the fires raged through.

The fires burnt out eventually, leaving the city in ruins, with no fa...

Centre-Val de Loire, France, 1996

I couldn’t help but glance down at the ring on my finger once again.

My hand joined with his, our rings clinked together with every adjustment of his grip as we proceeded down the aisle for a second time.

First ascending as two, and now descending as one. Two bodies, one heart joined together endlessly by love.

And truly it was vœux de fin d’année. Vœux aux sai...

Vernazza, Cinque Terre, Spain 1965

I was only trying to save my dignity. I had warned them not to get involved. That my father didn’t take kindly to strangers like them, certainly if he were to find out they were involved with me; which there was no question of. Though it wasn’t me my father cared for. It was his own image.

Unfortunately on their marauder around my heart and affections, they wer...

Paris, France 1997

I never meant for it to end this way. I loved him truly, and I’m sure he felt the same way, or he would have had I let him continue. It seems as though I let this romance die faster than I wished for it to bloom. Though I thought he could never feel the same as I did, in retrospect it seems I had been wrong. He was just about to tell me how he felt, but I walked away thinking I...

Bordeaux, France 1948

She strode a lonely summers morning to the eastern extremity of the park where she would always wait. For what exactly she never knew. She had just always felt there was someone there. Someone just like her. This morning just like all the others, a strange mist over the moors, the mourning doves low crooning, and the soft wind caressing the sweet flowers in the meadow. She h...