The Valley of Echoes
A white blanket of ivory snow was all that she could see. It seemed to almost burn from the light of the crescent moon. The swirls and gusts of wind carried sharp, icy projectiles, cutting at her face. She tried to cover it, desperately clutching her...
When Night and Day first met
Short story I once won an award for. It's simple and romantic. I hope people will enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a terrible weather...