Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Fleece of Fate
As I strolled down Fifth Avenue, lost in thought about my latest life dilemma, a flash of color caught my eye. There, in the window of an upscale home decor store, stood a fluffy llama statue adorned with vibrant tassels and a rainbow saddle. But then, to my astonishment, the
The Sunflower Whisperer
Every evening, just as the traffic light on 9th Avenue turned red, Old Joe would emerge from his apartment building. His plaid shirt hung loosely on his thin frame, and his weathered hands clutched a dented watering can. The neighbors called him the Sunflower Whisperer. In the concrete jungle of
(K)night of New Beginnings
Sir Galahad, a weathered knight from the Old World, stood before the mystical portal, his armor tarnished and his spirit weary. For years, he had searched for the legendary city of rebirth, a place where one could shed the burdens of the past and start anew. As he stepped through
The tree gone red
In the quiet of the night, beneath the towering oak's watchful gaze, an unlikely romance blossomed. The ancient tree, with its gnarled bark and spreading branches, had seen countless seasons come and go, but never a love quite like this. The cheerful red bag, emblazoned with a bold