I knew he would be trouble the moment I laid eyes on him. He was a dashing rogue, with weatherworn skin and a smile that could charm his...

I am a crucible of hate. I seethe with rage. Whenever I see something good, I know immediately that I must crush it. I am one-fifth...

Today I emerged from hibernation, The government-mandated isolation, To see the spring. Creative Notes Images and words by Rachel Owen