It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

What was originally a school assignment has now turned into this.

A collection of short stories, thoughts, and the occasional rant.

Ariella Skuller is supposedly dead according to her father's lies to the town's people. After being in a tragic accident, Ariella lost three important things in her life; her mother, her childhood memories and her left eye in result she wears a plain black eye patch over her eye. With her father leaving her home alone for a month, she spends her time in the forest. But when her father's comes home, the two are closer than ever. That is until Ariella's peaceful life ends when a strange boy claims her home as his property.

They met in December.