The cycle of life is a pretty simple thing.We get born,live and then die.How it's like this,I wonder why. We get born,whether animals or humans.And eventually time passes by.People cry to mourn us when we die. I wonder,is there more to...

Julia Hearst has shoulder-length auburn hair, a shapely model’s swimwear figure, pouting lips, and she looks shattered, judging by the dark sacs swelling under her red eyes. Despite serious reservations, she is still living with Colin, a trainspotting dullard...

Helen hesitated, opened the lid, breathed, and there they were. Bright tall pink strong stalks. Her first forced rhubarb of the season. Reaching for it, she slid her hand along the firmest stalk until she felt the tender base,...

I know of an entity.He collects and feeds on negativity.When they see him,everyone run. Ever since his story took a turn.They say,he used to hang by a tall tree.And the tree had many apples. One side gold,the other side black.Friends are...