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The cycle begins

It ends

It continues

Seeds planted

They grow

They ripen

Stalks bend

Fruits burst

Seeds fall

The cycle continues

It ends

It begins

Birth and death

Both are necessary...

I awoke with a groan, already annoyed with the bright light creeping its way between the blinds, but too tired to do anything about it. With minimal effort, I slid my pillow over my face, trying to trick myself into believing it was still night.

Nancy Higgins from apartment 208 had intimidated me into joining her morning yoga class this morning. Of course, by “intimidated” I mean she asked me whi...

Ronnie pressed her back to the door, closing out the chaos that lay beyond, and slid to the bathroom floor. A fresh chorus of screaming wails erupted down the hall and Ronnie touched her head to her knees. It was Rick’s turn to handle... whatever it was that was going on out there. She just needed like one minute to herself.

What had they been thinking? They weren’t ready to be parents! Ronnie st...

“So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay”

When Innocence was so

Lost in the Garden of Eden

The sun of youth sank

Below the horizon of hope to

A sky draped in grief

A future so

Uncertain cannot promise dawn

Yet so it goes

Onward and upward and down

In search of something to

Give meaning to the day

And if it comes to nothing

The sun’s gold

Light can

Fade but let inn...

Lana lives in a world of romance. Through her work as a bridal consultant, she has met countless brides and heard their tales of love. When she runs into the man of her dreams, she thinks it’s finally her turn to fall in love. But sometimes in the big city, you just end up falling and can only hope that there’s someone waiting to help you back on your feet....

He was like the desert. Not in the romantic colors of flaming sunsets, but in the bleached skies of high noon. His was not golden-sand skin, but worn leather, smooth and creased. His lips were dry and cracked like the parched earth beneath his feet.

He wore the day like a cloak, his shoulders hunched with the familiar weight of its heat, wrapped in the coarse fibers of windswept sand. At night, h...

The melody holds me gently and guides my lids to close. Whispered chords invite me to be still, and I comply, welcomed to a world of introspection.

Through painted measures of confusion and contradiction comes beauty. Haunting, tired, lost, and yet — hopeful. Single notes create sense among the chaos of sound as absolution quiets the chaos within....

When lovers hearts are pierced by Cupid’s arrow,

Then does life‘s sweetness breathe anew.

Trust flows through the body and hope warms the soul;

But this is not so with you

Your love is like an arrow laced with poison

Its venom spreading through my veins

Slowly eroding my worth, my dignity

Leaving only doubt and pain...

Heat tore through his thigh, ripping a pained shout from his lips. Phillips gasped as he hit the ground, the grit of earth and gunpowder filling his mouth.

He reached down and felt for the damage of the musket rifle, the deadly bombardment still thundering around him. His leg was already drenched in blood - his own and that of his fellow soldiers, whose lives had spilled out and turned the battl...

The pain in my knee was excruciating, a throbbing declaration that I would not be getting up from where I collapsed, let alone make it out of the lab. I tried not to look at the awkward angle at which my leg limply rested. Sam knelt over me, her hands moving skillfully over my knee as she assessed the damage. Red and white lights flashed in alarm around us, illuminating the bruises blotching Sam’s...