EVERLASTING WORDS

A single puff of dust swoops up from the ground as if conjured by a magic spell. Between the dust that now settles back onto the dry ...

The flames of the candle danced in the darkness. Not one flame but three, although the candle was only one and a single wick inside it bur...

Love is a very simple thing, and we tend to complicate the simplest of things. It’s unnecessary to go in the details of everything, to dis...

It comes down in an even sprinkle, falling straight; gently beating the ground. I watch quietly as each drop falls on my clothes and g...

“Give yourselves the reasons, if you don’t trust anyone else’, she heard. The sudden interruption caused her to forget about her mutterin...

Everything in the vastness of space is in a state of perpetual motion. Every tiny speck and every gigantic object that exists because s...

With slow steps she descended into the cold pool; each step measured and pondered on the slippery floor of the pool as she had never ...

Lately I’ve been finding extreme fascination in withering flowers, roses, to be specific. I pluck them off from our garden a little b...

She sat down dejectedly in front of the mirror with her sketch pad turned to a blank sheet, the pencil dangling from her fingers. W...

Arno Rafael Minkkinen Sometimes I stay awake all night. Writing and trying to fill in the blank spaces inside of me. As I add word af...