Often humans largely hold archetypes over reality. There is no absolute appearance…

There was a time. A dark time. When bad luck was lined up in threes. When the Earth shifted.

The matchbox houses stood like rows of rainbow-coloured umbrellas on a deserted beach.

As she sat there shouldering the ashes of her pain burning through her over the last couple of days (more like years…

People always write books about loves that consumed them completely, and before they knew it…

The languid days when the beaches were banned. How I craved to catch a glimpse of her. She felt my longing…

The Spring is breaking her light green head through from a bitter winter and we are weeping and tired…

The boy woke up early that summer morning. The vague netting of dawn lingered over the garden outside his window…

For many of us, until recently, there was little need to ever justify a journey. For centuries, humans have been travelling…

It was a still, sweltering afternoon. The high-pitched piercing whine of cicadas filled the air. They clung to the trunks of huge trees …

Ancient cobbles populate an ancient square, walled-in by the honey-ochre walls of an ancient university. Soft autumn light kisses worn sandstone…

There was a time when we all shared a single bathroom…