Chiara-Wolf

Little Red Riding Hood Romance Part 1 - Spring Our small community of Forest Creek was more a collection of widely scattered wooden cabins in the deep of the endless forest, each more or less than a mile apart, than a town. Each home had land for all manner of livestock, cows, sheep, pigs and poultry, and land for growing food. Faint paths that were overgrown with foliage in the summer connected each cabin, and there was one little bridge made from faded pine wood that jumped over the tiny river that divided the town. It was just a trickle of moisture in the hottest months. Summer was my favourite season, when the sweetest smells were no l

No dark, just voices Why can't I see? What is there to see? We live in a beautiful world Smells, tastes, sights What's missing? The thing beneath my hands The touch, it burns Suns fires bring life It hurts to see Smoulders in my eyes Bitter bites my tongue Falling, lost in the skies Clouds look soft They can't catch me Shadows throw light Darkening the corners Freezing our souls Dark surrounds us But there's always light We just have to find it