Twenty-two year old Elaine Jones is afraid of her past, blocking it away in the deepest part of her mind. That is, until the arrival of an important person in her life comes by. What will the outcome of their meeting result in?

Ryhming poem.

One brilliant scholar said, love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

The mystery is not only you seeing me as I look but also in me seeing you as real…

I wrote this poem on Monday 15 February 2010 11:25 PM NSW Time, Australia.

You’ll Have To Read It In Order To Understand It.

The Victorian eerie town of Rosewhich, where things just aren’t the way they seem to be.

Love hurts whether it’s right or wrong!

Pretty disappointed with the current state of our culture, I wrote this to symbolize how we shut ourselves away from reality and create this fantasy world where only the things we want to happen do happen. The only way to defeat this phenomenon is if someone starts a fire. I will admit, the form is strange, but I think society is rather strange in and of itself.

A creative essay on how illusions in both short stories affected the reality as perceived by both of the main characters in either short story.