Elliot wished the singing would come faster—an indicator he’d soon be able to go out and play on the cool rain with the other kids. The fresh wind carried with it the sound of the sea along with its salty

art by @alexandravart No one would’ve thought it was a regular feather. It wasn’t just the pink glow nor the surreal softness. It was the tingling she felt when she looked at it. It was the warmth that

Well technically not my first novel. I started one, back when I was 13. It’s still sitting in my backup disk… waiting. I’m going to finish it one day. But right now I’ve another idea circling my head and

The stranger’s tears, sad and angry, had seemed fake—distant—but were as real as his depart. Frustration, for he wasn’t him alone, but many. Tweets. Headlines. Dead over and over. To be remembered. To

“You were supposed to have it all sorted by now” she said, a lopsided smile adorning her face. He just sighed. He had always been a hoarder. That photo album with pictures from a trip to Nepal? Not even

It was under a cold blue sky she had told him she too thought she had never had her heart broken. He now understood that wasn’t exactly true. It was not that she hadn’t shared her heart with anyone, protecting

Sarah squeezed his hand. She stood beside him, seemingly undisturbed by the water. Patiently advancing towards the exit with the rest of the passengers in the dining hall. Hull cracked by some stone, the

The milk fell on the bowl like dancing, twirling through the sides before settling in the bottom. Pure. Safe. Pristine. “Milk before cereal.” She said, sitting across him. All messy hair and heavy eyes.

He set the glasses on the small desk. Having them off made it easier for him to pinch the bridge of his nose. He found an odd peace in the blurred room. If only the despair too would have foggy edges,

A colorful sunrise It was the best part of his mornings. When the sun shone through the window and he knew he was allowed—no—he was expected to shower her with kisses until she woke up. Three were his

Whitish gray, deep mist surrounding everything. Cold sweeping into her bones—familiar, yet foreign. A well-known feeling long ago forgotten, only vaguely recalled through the heaviness in her heart, her

A vulture. Majestic birds or just monstrous scavengers? So, a few days ago I wrote about monsters and asked the readers on their opinion. The result? An awesome compendium of great ideas and more interesting

Tersina viridis. Looks beautiful, right? Now picture it scratching your face and trying to pluck your eyes out. Now it's looking a little monstrous, isn't it? It’s hard to define a monster. Think about

So, one of the first posts I read in Steemit was this great one right here by @tinypaleokitchen. It’s really useful and well written, you should check it out. Anyway, while reading about writing directly

He found himself in a different world. A world made by sweet-smelling colors. A rainbow world. And as he went up he went free. High. Higher than he’d ever reached before. Sky surrounding him, the world

While roaming the realm of Steemit I stumbled with this piece of art by @clementinete and it just called for a story. I mean just look at it! The watercolor mesmerized me, and the following was born from

Credit for the image goes to @sad-dad! New Year She kept running, strides leaving a rushed trail on the shallow snow. The frozen path beneath her feet threatened to make her slip and fall at any moment.

Hey There! I’m Tita. I’m a dog and Isa’s my human, I adopted her. Isa’s currently holding the camera and giving me that look she gives me when she wants me to stay put. I rarely do though. I have a really