Rinsing Off The Devil

A pure soul I was. Am I pure anymore? I was trampled by every passerby, laughed at and crushed like a piece of trash. They burned me with their false selves and abandoned me when I was no use. But I am still alive today. I am not pure anymore, my soul is dark. You…

The Colored Canvas

Staring at the blank canvas, she stands with paints around her. It was a beautiful sunset right outside her window. But today nothing could inspire her to pick up the brushes. Lying on the table with the palette was a form that would admit her to medical school. But did she want that? Her father…

In An Expanse Of Snow

It is a serene scene in front of me today. I stand on top of a snow covered mountain and look in the distance. I soak in the tranquility of the fluffy cottony dreamy landscape. This is the stuff of my winter dreams that I would weave with sweaty palms. Iā€™d shudder in this cold…