Forlorn
Leaning against the dresser, neglected and forgotten; my curves no longer alluring....
Leaning against the dresser, neglected and forgotten; my curves no longer alluring....
I was walking alone on a street in downtown Bombay at dusk....
Malcolm unlocked the heavy wooden door and stepped into the house. He...
The room was quiet; the only sound was the whizzing of the...
Long blond hair flowed over her bare shoulders, tumbling down her back;so...
Warm rays slanted across the room, painting strips of soft yellow on...
The pathway curved sharply to the left, winding down towards the lake...
Gold-flecked eyes peered from beneath bushy bangs, like a lion cub prowling,...