Mira

She stood there, staring at her gloomy reflection in the glass sheet on her table. The crimson cut on her cheek still hurt like it was only yesterday. And yet, it hadn’t managed to scar her beauty. The smile of...

Sugardale

A haze of grey mist circled the houses, the shattered window panes, the broken pavements. It was almost as if smoke could still be seen rising from the embers of the fire that had set everything in a dance of c...

The Night At The Museum

‘Do you see this painting? It’s Picasso. Picasso was very famous for making all his paintings in  shades of green. Like Da Vinci, he sometimes used blood instead of black paint on the canvas.’ Nisa whispered in...