Short Stories
Girl seen from the back, holding an open book, on a background of purple mountains and full moon
In the past, I used to dream a lot. The factory of my subconscious weaved vivid stories and adventures that I wrote down the next morning. One particular night, I dreamt about dragons.
A very faint image of a fallen angel, etched in wood
Just look at him. He is filthy. Full of mud and blood. And he can barely move. His wings are in tatters – one is broken and hanging painfully from his back. But he doesn’t seem to notice.
extreme close-up on a raven's head
He was turning into a raven, it was his destiny. But he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to be different than the others, he was scared, and angry, and stubborn, and he was fighting the Change.