We Can RestShe watched the dandelion bloom drift away on the quickly escalating winds. Such a symbol of peace in a time of destruction. She wondered...
She's with Me(This very short story is based off a dream my nana had; it inspired me to write the story so that I can picture it all happening.) The...
The SeaThe edges of my shirt whipped around me from the hot Israeli wind. The sun burned my face as the flame of an oven would, and yet I made...
