Where do I hide? Where do I hide? Oh God! Why am I so big I cannot find a place to hide? I peek from
Nina worried she liked being alone too much; it was the only time she ever fully relaxed. People were . . . exhausting. They made
“God, please see he gets a sound sleep. Please heal him in this resting state so that he no longer throws up upon waking up.”
This is not the view outside my window, how much so I wish it to be. This is River Ribble viewed from the Avenham Park.
Marco Polo paddled down to this pier, parked his cycle here before getting on the jetty. “Is he coming back to claim me?” the cycle
Growing up, I was focussed on just one thing and it was academics. I was good at all the subjects in school. Okay, not all
This doesn’t look like a tree presently but someday it will be, I hope. I don’t know what is the name of this tree but