Night Hunting
He crouched in the scant shade of an evergreen, water running in rivulets down his cloak. His bare feet were caked in mud and pine needles.
Thoughts on Wuthering Heights
At first glance, some might proclaim Wuthering Heights to be a romance, a tragic romance between Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw. But the true nature of this story is a tale of humanity, and the lack thereof.
Clockwork
Watching through one-way windows...
Accursed Waters
The Kardan Ocean: thousands of miles of open sea, uncharted waters bursting at the seams with mysteries, all boiling over with danger. It’s a wasteland of water that swallows ships, turning its floor into a graveyard of twisted, rotten vessels.
She Who Remembers
It had been long—too long—since she had last seen the sun, or even a face unmarred by the grime of the prison. Her body had become a cracked, broken vessel, letting the oppressive prison slowly leech away her mind and soul.
The Gems in the Bookshelves
"It's hard to find quality books these days." My fellow readers out there will probably sympathize with this statement.
White Always Wins
He showed up at our door on a Tuesday morning. His breath created icy clouds in the air, crystalizing on his ragged beard.