Upon Artemis’ approach, Zeus’ head turned to face her. He stayed silent, like a toddler in opposition of their parents. His face remained sour; the look in his eyes empty, dead. Artemis broke through the ambient noise of th...

Far down the road, beyond Raven’s Stream, just past the brush, was a quaint little cottage, tucked ever so neatly in the trees. Streams of water poured from the roof in an ethereal manner, enforcing emotional transcendence. Such a...

The world would still turn without you. Is that not an awful truth to accept? And yet I’ve walked through my whole life a ghost, or so it seems, no footprints, not a trace. Nobody was here and they’ll lau...