a fleeting ripple

Sirens are blaring in the distance until it fades and disappears into the noise of the road. One of the neighbours is putting nails into...

Open your eyes. The room is drenched in pink. You blink once. Then twice. It is still there, a slightly golden pink, covering every...

Happy fountain pen day! What a wonderful day to have. Since I started using fountain pens as a hobby instead of just another fancy...