By Alexandra Dudu I want to become the type of woman who is hard to get… I want to reach that level of confidence  I want to advocate an...

June 7, 2025 Earth is crying. I see the smoke rising, thick and dark, curling like wounded shadows against her surface. Storms swirl,...

Caldecott Hall, a grand but decaying English manor, 1938. The nursery smelled of old wood, lavender, and secrets. It was a small room,...

The night before today had started with a tumultuous fight, between a mother and a man who sought to fill the role of a father. The...

Ubiquitous tenebrosity. An eloquent description of the omnipresent darkness that was gradually encircling the sky, swallowing the sun...

The arrival. The other man. Possessed by his own mind, driven by irrationality and insanity, reeling over figures of the past and they...

Chrones were easily spotted in the Old Town, usually hand in hand with power-hungry men, middle aged or above, seeking for a one night...

We were outside. Time was seemingly running out. Yet the sky was still lit and the night was far. There were two identical drinks on the...

The sound of a bell, innately reminding me of my childhood, perpetuated along the side of the entrance. Unnerving, intimidating,...