That masked man holding the flower. That pineapple. That trailer. What do they have in common? Beauty. There is beauty in just ordinary things. That pineapple looks so delicious. That flower that the masked man is holding. Gorgeous. That trailer. There is a family of 5 laughing it up. Just because you see something you shouldnât judge. The masked man is holding a flower that he picked perfectly fo...
The petals peeled off like skin on a sunburnt neck. Flaked away, then blew nonchalantly in the hollow breeze stretching before him. A warm gust sighed out of his equally flaked lips; a remnant of dust diverged up the shell of a mask that covered his face. He gave one last contemplative look at the tiny flower, opened a cherished handkerchief with blackened edges and lay the flower in the centre wi...
The shady hooded man offered the objet delicately, as if it was moments from crumbling. Now I have a choice. Save my mother, or acquire the most beloved thing in the world. The Pine. The Pine has only been on earth for a couple of centuries, and compared to the other delicacies weâve had, it is simply childlike, but I could not help but admire itâs ridged points. It resembles very much to a pineco...
As I stepped out of my house ready to drive to work, that was when I noticed him. A strange man with a black and white mask. At first I thought I might just be seeing things, but they became clearer, and I knew that it couldnât be that clear. A moment later, he pulled out a beautiful, orange flower. It seemed to almost... hypnotise me. I was drawn towards the flower in the manâs hands. Then, witho...
