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Cat on the tree, what are you doing? That tree’s not for you, what’s that you’re chewing?! The lights are all hung, the house all aglow, but where is the cat? Oh no, ohhhh noooo. The ornaments swing, on the branches all nice, and icicle lights, shimmer like ice. But where is that cat, now where has he gone?
A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.
It gnaws at you
with hungry maw – but subtly,
inconsistently,
the monster of darkness, gray and gloom:
a loneliness drawing from light
and
“Little prince!” Mother’s sing-song voice called, echoing up the stars.
“I’m coming!” I cried, anxiousness charging my steps as I bounded do
We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have
A short poem about gender roles and expectations of youth culture in society.
A short poem about childhood friendship.
An interesting discovery has been made by a wealthy and secret organization in Britain known as the Inquiry. A group of intellects and explorers are hired to pursue this discovery to the ends of the ocean. The only problem: the thing discovered knows they’re coming.
A short story about a man and a woman. Content may be unsettling for some readers.
A short love poem about ordinary, wonderful love.