The boy lived, the boy died

The girl loved, the girl cried.

Another tiny story for Wirrow's illustration 'Flight of the Foxes':

 

The flying foxes told her she was dreaming,

So she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ...

Tiny stor(y/ies) for Wirrow's 'Flight of the Foxes' illustration.

 

If foxes can fly

Then so can I

 

or

 

This is my second screenplay. It's about a guy who is terminally ill with cancer and ultimately asks the question - "Should you forgive somebody simply because they are dying?". I'm not a hundre...

My shadow lengthens.

 

Not because I am growing, but because it is getting late.

The real nightmares are the dreams that you just cannot reach.

Day after day.

The Sun smothers the Moon.

Day after day.

The Earth goes into mo(u)rning.

When the sun dies, will the other stars mourn?

Don't fear death. Those that fear death are the ones that fear peace.