The waves so erratic and unpredictable, yet almost intended in a parallel holt, lines up to worship the sunrays that kiss them, seeping from the small ball of fire. Seemingly to the eye, a small piece of landscape in the sky yet holding immense power and magic, keeping everything running with its light and harmony. As soon as this spherical mage falls into slumber, so does every essence of existen...

“Get out of my house!”, Screamed my mother, as the awful men stormed in. Carrying big weapons they looked down on us with eyes that reflected the darkness of their souls.

I was too young to understand. I was too young to understand why for the past few days, my mother would sit there crying and trembling in front of the television. I was too young to understand why there was a gun pointed to my n...