It was a silent night, so quiet that it almost deceived you into thinking that it was utopic.

Imani was stuck, just as she had been the day before, and the day before that. In her room, she scribbled down nonsense...

There was a book quietly sitting in Zahra’s mind. She already had the title;

It’s a story about a girl, and like most stories go, the girl is lost. She wanders, up cold mountains, into musky caves, and even plunges...

It was his sixth attempt, he cursed bitterly and stared angrily at the drawing. It lacked something, the edges were too rough? The smile...

Let’s take a moment to talk about us. I know, it’s a little awkward, but once in a while, I think we should remember why we are together....