“How did I get here?” thought the woman. “I’m stuck between worlds, unable to move, peering out between this crack to narrow to pass. Was it m...Read More
Jorge and Maria are child magnets. Its always fun to see them walk into a square, dip their strings into the soap bucket and twirl around, making the ...Read More
She stands tall, naked, her eyes focused, face without emotion. Her bow is taught as her muscles, and she eyes down the arrow shaft to her targ...Read More
The Hungarian Plain spread out in front of the rider and his horse; he had just left the cold Carpathian Mountains and now the going would be easier. ...Read More
Leopold could not walk fast anymore; looking at this old man you would wonder how he could walk at all. He didn’t really walk, but rather he ...Read More
Mats and Greta were inseparable playmates. They lived two blocks from each other in Aachen’s west end, and after school and on weekends they ...Read More