The Stolen Jewel
On the top of the hill, the tall, cold tree, Stands proudly, icily, bitterly; Thin and sharp, cracked and burled, Locked, like a prisoner, in a black world. The...
Author: Sue Lee
Sapling of Wind Shore – Part 2
One pale dawn, the sapling was trying to feel bits of sunlight poking through the clouds, when it heard a soft rustle. It started, and listened carefully. And t...
Sapling of Wind Shore – Part 1
On Wind Shore, the four-year old tree sapling stood by itself, alone as usual, lonely and wistful, on the quiet shore. Waves swished against the sand they had s...