I planted roses in the shape of your name,

petals trembling in the hush of my longing.

But you walked past with untamed indifference,

never stopping to read their bloom.

I whisper—*What did you do, my love?*

The ocean wears the color of my sorrow,

waves rushing to carry my quiet confessions.

But you danced along the shore, untouched,

leaving footprints that never looked back.

I mu...

The desert wind, a hot, rasping breath, whipped Elara’s dark hair across her face. It tasted of sand and the distant, acrid tang of burning juniper. She knelt, fingers tracing the parched earth, the cracked clay a map of her own fractured spirit. “If desires are a flame, then I’m a wildfire,” she’d whispered to the empty sky, the words a desperate prayer, a defiant curse.

Elara wasn’t born to burn...

Francesca is found on the crime scene with the murder weapon (a switchblade) in her left hand and with her clothes bloodstained. In addition to that, she and her husband Damian were in the process of divorcing when Damian and his lover Caroline Reyes were killed. She is also an ex convict. 11 years before the beginning of the story, she was arrested and sentenced to 15 years in jail for possession...

A large gray pot is on the stove. Under it, I can see the flames heating what’s inside the pot, and the pot itself. Small droplets of water are running down the sides of the pot to the flames of the stove. The delicious smell coming from the pot makes me want to open it and eat all the food. But, the flames under the pot discourage me. I put a kitchen glove on my right hand to avoid the burn from ...

The empty house stands desolate and stark,

With broken windows, bare and lifeless walls,

No welcome waits within the deepening dark.

The garden's choked with weeds, a tangled ark,

Where shadows stretch and deepen as night falls,

The empty house stands desolate and stark.

The roof is breached, the walls begin to arc,

In rooms where silence echoes through the halls,

No welcome waits within the deepe...

**S**trength that rises from within,

**U**nyielding in the face of strife,

**R**esilience guiding each step,

**V**ictory carved from sheer will,

**I**ntegrity in moments of fear,

**V**alor shining through dark times,

**A**spiration fueling the spirit,

**L**ife, an unbroken thread....

In the quiet town where shadows creep,

Lies a secret buried deep.

Whispers in the darkened street,

Speak of a tale incomplete.

The clock struck twelve, the night was still,

A figure moved with silent skill.

In the old mansion, cold and grand,

A sinister plan was close at hand.

The chandelier swung with a ghostly sway,

As footsteps echoed and then went away.

Two screams cut throug...

Beneath the moon's silver gaze so bright,

Whispers dance in the cloak of night,

In shadows deep where secrets sleep,

The doubts of man his heart do sweep.

Unseen eyes from the darkness peer,

Through the veil of truth and fear,

A furtive glance, a cautious tread,

Silent words that go unsaid.

Each step a journey through the haze,

A labyrinth of mind’s dark maze,

Where trust is thin as morning mist...

You destroy houses and hearts to build new ones,

Leaving families homeless and lovers loveless

in the wake of your ambition.

You pave paths through dreams and despair,

Erecting towers where whispers of the past linger in the air.

But from the rubble of yesterday’s warmth and walls,

New stories arise where old ones fall.

In the midst of steel and stones, echoes of laughter blend,

As the future we...

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,

Two souls entwined, a silent cry.

A promise made, with crimson ink,

A bond unbroken, on the brink.

Through trials faced, and battles fought,

In whispered vows, their fate was caught.

A pact of blood, a sacred thread,

In darkest nights, their hearts were led.

No force could tear, nor time erase,

The mark they bore, a shared embrace.

In life and death, their spi...