"The blizzard removes the illusion of my eyes. With sight I am not alone, I am one of many in the world and the world is full of interesting things to see, to touch to feel, to keep my mind anchored in time and space. But as the white flakes whirl around me in an angry vortex I am as alone as I would be in the bleakness of space and cold, so cold. I reach out with gloved hand to guide my way but it is swallowed before it has gone even a few inches. To save my eyes from the blinding white I must narrow them until they are almost shut, and all the while the wind rages without end, only reducing its ferocity long enough to gather the strength for another attack. All my heart can do is beat warm blood around my veins in a hope that the storm will end, all my mind can do is plan the most logical path to warmth, safety and to something more tangible than light and snow.It's that day of drowning, here again, the cold wash only I can feel. I don't want to get up. I don't want to move at all. A

The night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.Stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home. No matter the years that passed, Nathan saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew him would see his eyes smile and his breathing deepen just a little.As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Shay always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we are. He wondered, if we were nocturnal would we feel m

Isla's mind raced on vast varieties of doubts. She wondered what Nathan had meant when she had asked why they hadn't trusted her. How was any of that her fault!She tried hard just to come through for him, and what did he do in return? He bailed on her. Again, because of his so-called wife!"Calm down, Isla," heaving in a deep sigh, it seemed to calm her a little. There was a knock from her and the door flung open like he had been expecting her. "Hello Trevor, I've got some good news." Trevor frowned. "H-how did you know my place?" "Not important," she said blankly, then began to grin wildly, "as the news I've got today." "IJ smiling like this, wow this is a whole new level." Remarked Trevor. "Well, come on in." He said, gesturing she entered.She strode in, taking a moment to observe his house. The living room was not as large as theirs, but it was larger than that of most Ettavile households—Nathan and Evelyn's home not excluded. It had a fine warm touch of cream color mixed with

Doris and her husband sat opposite to each other in the living room, and that was when the idea popped up on Nathan's mind. "Hey, Doris?" he called and she brought her head up to take a look at him. She had been engrossed on her phone all morning that it was starting to make Nathan worry. He decided to ask what was going on later, after he had spoken his mind first. "Actually, I've been thinking of our plan, and I thought maybe it's only just a dream, you know?" There was a way he laughed that showed a very vivid image of his heart being crumbled in fear. What if it didn't work and all of his enemies--since there were quite a lot of them--all just work together again and defeat him, just like the old times? Worse, what if his defeat became permanent that time? He could not risk getting his wife and their child hurt! "Nathan, calm down. I understand you and it gets really overwhelming too. I know that," Doris said, her voice soothing and relaxing. "But this is what is right, and th

Tori had received a confirmation message from her mother that her son was alright and that even by mere luck she couldn't explain, the TV and survived as well. She knew she would have to find a befitting punishment for him sooner or later, but decided to let him get off the hook that moment. Perhaps that day even. She had been too excited with her mother's kind words. Finally, she saw through her and was ready to accept all of her flaws. Sure working with Nathan had been risky and dangerous, but so was working elsewhere. She was on her way to her mother's room because she felt it would be nice to appreciate her efforts earlier when a phone all had stopped her abruptly. There was a hall that led to each rooms, a total of five. The first one was hers, and the second to the last, her mother's. She had chosen that room because she felt the most connected to a man she once used to love even though she would never tell her who the man was, but Tori wasn't ready to force her. There were gi