There is something so intense about the sun on a crisp Autumn afternoon. It pays extra attention to the specks of dust that drift through the air, making them sparkle and glisten on their aimless journey. The metal hilt of my sword is warm to the touch, despite the sharp breeze that rustles the dry leaves it rests upon.

In the summer, the sun beats down relentlessly and scorches everything beneat...

Water, fire, earth, and air. What would the four elements say if they could speak to each other? Include as many or as few elements as you wish. ...

The howl on the other side of the shelter door is deafening, like some ancient deity come to furiously atone the sins of mankind. The heavy metal door groans and shutters under the whipping wind. Hail pings sharply and rain pounds relentlessly. I’m not afraid though. The screams of a tornado are as common in the springtime as the pungent blooms of the Bradford Pear, which is why everyone in t...