Nuvole Bianche (White Clouds)

Nuvole Bianche (White Clouds)

by Cue Vas

Life is as feeble and fleeting as the white clouds in the deep, blue sky,, (A/N:Thanks to my dear cousin (we'll call her Jane Austen). She practically thought up the whole ending to this while I sat in chair and listened to her sage advice.)

The Architect

The Architect

by Cue Vas

They call him “The Architect”:
A man
Born to build, create and perfect....

Bittersweet

Bittersweet

by Cue Vas

A bittersweet love through time...

Fury

Fury
by Cue Vas

The last thing I remember before fading into unconsciousness, was the warm hand of my handler stroking me and his gruff voice tenderly coaxing me to breathe. I had always associated his warm hand and the word “breathe” with Life so I knew...

The Departed

The Departed

by Cue Vas

When saying Goodbye..

Gone With October

Gone With October

by Cue Vas

When October comes and goes...