Spring Popsicle

Lala J. Thorpe             “Otsukare.” The dull light of city lamp illuminates this tired but sweat beam painted upon her face. All the burdens of today’s insanity have been lifted up by the time she catches a glimpse of a sweet smile coming from her better half standing in front of her. It is herContinue

Warm Winter

  “Argh…I can’t do this,” Uruha grumbled taking off the guitar strap and put it on the stand. He had been so cranky since the practice began but he just didn’t know why. He was about to exit the studio when Reita shouted at him. “Oi, doko iku no?” “Clearing my head!” The guitarist wasContinue