His pearl-green eyes gazed at the flourishing, bustling village below, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He, Cody McClear, had gone from the man with the least amount of attention to having the most attention in a matter of hours.

On a chilly Sunday in March, Cody had gone out of town one day with nothing but an ordinary suit, a small duffel bag, and his signature blank face. Taking the train out o...

Our love is a bridge between reality and dreams,

Butterflies, candle wax, and all that’s in between.

Summer glazes proudly over spring,

The bells of your sweet melody bestow a wondrous ring.

A connection from our long-past childhoods,

We race to Heaven together, as lovers should.

God’s grace given to us who obey,

Who are sometimes together and rarely away.

If one word could describe our mixture,...

Legends are made by the people who take heart and master their confidence. A cowardly soldier sabotages the battle, but a wise and cautious townsperson saves the lives of many.

Such was the life of Jamie D. Frankenhouser, the youngest-born of King Alfred. He was a soldier, not a prince, and though he had royal blood, the spotlight shone on his older brothers and sisters. Ever since his now deceas...

A motion of tying a scarf ‘round her neck.

She straps on her snow shoes,

Pulls on her puffer vest, the color blue,

The ceasing of the falling of snow is her cue.

She smiles at the winter wonderland before her.

She treads along the icy grounds,

Past the frozen trees and small mounds.

Searching for anything magical to be found.

Soon enough, she spots a small, yellow boat.

It’s bow is lodged in the...

The marketplace hums with the constant buzz of conversation. Scents of mandarin orange and old pine taint the air, and huge ivory banners with huge red words reading “MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE: OBEY THE DICTATOR’S NEW LAW!” A boy with ruddy skin and a fox-like walk, Israel, slips through the calm (but not peaceful) streets. His eye catches a woman crying on her knees to a wealthy man; this is ...

Perched on a branch, I feel unbalanced.

The world is not mine as I once knew it.

The other birds happily fly and flit.

The world is enhanced, with my bird’s-eye-view;

I see the slightest shift of a leaf,

And I hear the mice below, for a moment, brief.

There once was a time where these wings were hands.

I would farm for hours with these hands,

A farmer of the beautiful lands.

Wistfulness fills m...