In all my years of living in a state that has hot, dry summers and cold, brutal winters, snow still seems to fascinate me. Is it, perhaps, when you look up from your window, straining your eyes to see up into the clouds, that when these flakes of ice fall from the sky they look like feathers? Or how whenever there's a ray of sunshine, they shine bright, like little falling stars?When I was a...

Hello fellow writers and creative, artistic minds alike.I rest now from the search of net-surfing and getting millions of hits on Google to find the perfect site for a mind such as mine to express herself among others. One thing I've learned despite of what all these teachers or parents have told us about internet predators, is that I've made so many friends on the internet, people I can talk to...