Your cocoon
You are in your little sanctuary of peace. Cooped up in a cocoon, warm, and safe, from the falling trees, the dying bees, or the crying shores of deep blue seas.
The Envelope
She took it out of her bag, and carefully opened the edges, thrusting a ballpoint pen and slowly rolling it into the seal flap so as to not disturb the pretty red envelope, and hopefully the letter inside it.
Woodlands Drive-in
You are six years old, dressed in a pair of brown boy-shorts and a yellow tank top.
Ruby Strands
Stories in the sun.
Nostalgia
Nostalgia from the 90s
Hello, world!
My writing journey.