Inspired by the work of Anne Stokes, 'Solstice Gathering'Ariane stood atop the castle battlements and looked out across the heavily wooded landscape that stretched far into the distance as far as she could see. It was the twenty-first day of December in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-three. All along the castle walls, torches flared, casting an eerie flickering light but still she stood, watching, waitin...

Lafayette slept from about 2:00 AM on Sunday until around 9:00 AM. He awoke and made a meager breakfast from the leftovers on the dinner tray that was brought yesterday. He then made coffee and began to formulate a plan to help his friend before he began the extremely lengthy process of becoming Aunt Lilly again.Once finished and double checking his appearance in the large mirror he grabbed a parasol to help with his ruse...

I fly on the back of a black bird,soaring high above the ground.Together we have adventures,playing as we fly around.Sometimes I miss the world below,but I am not welcome there.So I stay up high with my bird,We stay up in the air.From high up I can see you,I watch you now and then.You go along like I'm not gone,but I will be, it's just a matter of when.

She comes to school, Sits next to me, I've seen the pictures...  I know what's under those layers, You can see every single little bone. She thinks that because she's not losing in her problem areas, it makes sense- Sense to do what? To starve yourself? To kill yourself? This is going to kill you, and you don't seem to care. Any normal parents would do something, and I guess they are doing a bit- buying food when she gets...

Sometimes... I kind of wonder. I wonder what he's thinking when he looks at us, and knows that his own mother will live longer than he. Sometimes... It kind of just hits. It hits that he has possibly only a year and then he's gone too, then I lose him too, and I start to shake and I just can't stop and I hate it because when that happens... I can't cry, It's like it hurts too much and tears won't do any good. And at those...

You hear my words  But don’t get the meaning You hear my jokes  But don’t understand them You see the surface because I allow you to see  Never scratching below the layers of me I sit and silently watch  Without being observed My earphones in  Apparently absorbed in my world I see... I watch all the time because  I can tell by watching if you are evil, good or worth knowing

While maggots squirm and flies dive down for scraps of food piled here in rusted buckets, the busy pier ignores two boys grabbing at a crust of bread or a bone to eat. No one saw them sneak along the wall, or heard the squeak of the bucket’s lid as the thrown out food was shuffled through and their skinny fingers fought among the flies. As I watch them make their way past egg shells and shake away the food that lingers on...

We watched a video about a dog called Hachiko. Richard Geere played the lead - a western professor in Japan. This is the heartrending story about his dog... What’s after, “death us do part”? He loved the professor since he was a puppy The man was his whole world, his very best friend This is the tale of that saddest love story A heart that was broken that never could mend ♥ Hachiko loved him, went everywhere with him Righ...

Falling from the skyFloating slowly downSo white, so lightCold like iceMaking us warm insideGracefully fallingFalling on your faceMelting fast on your skinLike ice on a warm summer dayKnowing only one thingStanding there looking up in the skySlowly wondering, where you’ll goHow will it come again? When? Why?So many questions about one simple thing that has no answersKnow only what you wantForgetting your life and troubles...