The Medievals Hideout
The old stone stairs descended into cool darkness, a secret path for medievals who needed refuge. Alexander, a medieval monk must have seen the future when he had called men…
The old stone stairs descended into cool darkness, a secret path for medievals who needed refuge. Alexander, a medieval monk must have seen the future when he had called men…
what I see: I see a well crafted sand sculpture of a shark with menacing teeth. Its body is wide with a subtle-wave like structure in the sand around it which can be suggested as…
As the sun begins to deep, casting long dramatic shadows across the square, the city square hummed with the usual afternoon rhythm- The chattering of people, the bell from the…
Mitten, as Mr Harrison called her, was not like other cats. While most found joy in dangling with toys, Mitten had a peculiar fascination with footwears. Mr Harrison who was a…
The Blue Lady At 9:30 the Tertre is abuzz with tourists. It is not unusual to find eccentric art lovers walking…
The man sat motionless, a statue cast in bronze under the indifferent gaze of the city. His wide-brimmed hat, his embroidered suit, even the very barrel he perched upon and the…
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