Painting a portrait in words — His hair was a thick, wild, frenzy of black waves colliding against one another and forming heaps and mountains to stand tall on top of his head. It concealed the majority of his smooth forehead, only revealing part of it that left the rest to mystery. And that was the…

Every origami creature crafted, is a tiny soul secretly breathing within. — Olivia was gifted with a power so mythically magical, which naturally, she had to protect from prying eyes. She knew if her secret got exposed to the public, it would no longer feel unique as it does now, and she wouldn’t feel as though it was solely hers to enjoy…

Sealed Sparrow, have you had enough of your captivity? — Sealed Sparrow, Do you recall almost being shot by an arrow, How you have dodged it by a space so narrow? Yet you have fallen to the ground, Wounded and engulfed by a deafening sound, Forcing you to submit in defeat. For your predator knows not of fairness, And victoriously…

You are the trigger of joy in not only children, but fiction-driven adults like myself as well. — Your reputation precedes you, Jack Frost. You are quite the celebrity among children, who later grow up and tell their own children about you. …

I am Willow the wasp, and I demand that my woes be heard by you all. Contented as I may be with my simple, tiresome life, I still can’t help but feel wistful of what could have been. I am a wasp, and as you may already know, my kind’s reputation precedes us. In every waking moment, I feel a strong longing to be perceived differently…

Loosen assumptions and wonders appear — The Mighty Unicorn might very well be the guardian animal of magic; of all the legendary and mythical beasts known to man (such as Griffins, Centaurs, Vampires, and Dragons), the unicorn seems to be the most enchanting of them all. …

How can you tell when a tragedy is so perpetually painful, yet so gloriously beautiful? — You cannot run from it, neither can you hide, hoping it would never catch on to you. It is a pitiful state of denial, and you must wake up before it’s too late. It will persistently linger around you, and haunt you the longer you deny its palpable existence. Like…

Flora stealthily tip-toed through the empty ice rink centre one crisp, cold night. The moon shone over her questioningly, tilting its head slightly as it curiously observed her. She made sure she wasn’t being followed, before slipping inside the centre and hurrying her way over to the electric room. …

Beguilingly beautiful Belle had a blue bell in her dress’s pocket wherever she went. She never knew when she might need it, for it was always a spontaneously pleasant surprise, so she chose to always keep it with her. She was quite fond of her small blue bell with a…