Pluviophile
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
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
Living in a society under punishment, Iris tries to live as normally as possible, despite her knowledge on the secrecy of the United Nations . Meanwhile, Arrow is desperately trying to track Iris down so she can help in the quest for answers. Tricky relationships, maximum security firewalls and armed guards are the ea...
As a history student I am infatuated by the past. World War Two was something I couldn't resist writing about. The battles on land, sea and air shaped the nature of warfare today. What continues to intrigue me, however, is the way WW2 was resolved. Most wars follow an arc synonymous to a plot of a story. They ha...
Here, you will find a piece of my heart-a collection of poetry, a cherished art. Treat it dearly, for it is quite special. Hold it as you would a flower petal. It is yours to keep, as long as you desire. Trust it with your secrets and all that you admire. © 2016 by Cass Flores. All Rights Reserved.