The Afterimage by Sal

The sun rose making its way through the ajar curtains. I glanced to my side to greet my waking betrothed, her auburn still hanging on her slim shoulders as she turned her head to face my cold pillow...

A White Heaven by Georgeina

I stand fixed while I ponder about how far off the ski trail I've reached. A glimpse of light smothers my eyes; it seems golden and eager. My body turns to face an endless and monotonous forest with a lake which appears like a portal to peace.