Evening Stories

He missed the last bus on purpose. It was a forty minute walk and he knew every crack in the pavement, but tonight the air was cool and the shop windows were still lit, and there was no one waiting up for him. By the time he reached his door he had decided three things, and forgotten two of them. The third one kept.

Describing the colour scarlet

a scene of Italy a beautiful girl a handsome man

I was going from my hometown to the town were I study.. It was a complete day's journey..!! And this is how i felt :)

Some pictures I took throughout the years. If you want to use any of them please let me know ^^ I hope you enjoy!~

And there is only a gap of two strikes at night, Evening takes place in the light of the whole day, Dark black at night, waiting for moonlight with darkness, It is the evening that I spend my morning full of light, But there is a moonlight at night.

reflection of creatures.

ongoing collection of poetry written while living in portland maine

A short story where a predictable Sunday evening is unexpectedly shared with "a new friend". ~~~~~ COMING SOON! Get ready for new things in 2017.

Poems that reflect on the world and its beauty.

It's Easter morning. Sunday Morning. A husband's family goes missing. The town is suffering. The father must atone for his sins.