Two little devils. That’s what they were. Of course, on the outside, they did look like two sweet little girls, but by now Sarah knew better. It was Sarah’s first time being a camp counsellor. Before she came, she thought kids are more or less nice. One week in, she…

It was one of those days… When Annekka thought about her next career move, freelancing was an obvious next step. Like in any other field, it was the only way how to really get the right work/life balance. …

The little girl came running crying. It was the time of the summer when the summer was not yet totally warm but the child was running in the only dress she had. Her feet were covered in sand but her grandmother didn’t mind. …

She was born a third child. Kind of the little princess, or so would people say. Her crown was heavy though with all the expectations and all the love she received. The only girl in a family, the precious grandchild. She was the person her relatives came to talk to…

This is a story… of love. I first met you in my friend’s living room. I remember that moment when she was showing us around her first apartment. It was a lot of firsts: first very serious live-in boyfriend, first job after university, the first stab at life. …

“I could steal the breath of your lips if you let me. Let you lose yourself and forget who you are. You would be mine. Isn’t that what you want?” Was it? It sounded tempting. She could just close her eyes and let him carry her away. His cold eyes…

When you meet the myth — It’s been several two days since the hunter was trying to find prey without success. Every hour his hunt led him deeper and deeper into the forest. He knew he was getting short on time but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. One more day before he goes home…

The rain tapped on the window in a sad melody. He was tempted to trace each raindrop as it made its way down the glass. Yet, he just caressed the window. He was not sure if it was the weather outside or the house, because here you could never be…

“I am so delighted we finally met, ” he said with a bright smile. “Thank you, you are?” “You can call me Mr Waterman. I wanted to meet you for so long to share my collection with you, alas, I didn’t get many chances. Not a great swimmer, are you?”…