50 Weeks.

Stories every week. Through art, writing, photography or music.



Winter. (Week 12: Poetry)


It softly blankets the colourless soil,

Lifeless and cold after years of toil. Continue reading “Winter. (Week 12: Poetry)”

Autumn. (Week 11: Poetry)

I can feel again.

I can see again.

I can breathe again. Continue reading “Autumn. (Week 11: Poetry)”

Summer. (Week 10: Poetry)

The traveller awakens to the sound of the grass,

whispering tales of soldiers long passed. Continue reading “Summer. (Week 10: Poetry)”

Spring. (Week 9: Poetry)

The landscapes awake in a colorful burst

as the cold drifts away and releases the Earth. Continue reading “Spring. (Week 9: Poetry)”

Front Lines. (Week 4: Fiction)

November 14.

To My Darling,

I miss you more and more with each passing hour. Continue reading “Front Lines. (Week 4: Fiction)”

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