I am driving down Trewithy street when I see a gray Honda Accord with a burnt out taillight. I turn on my sirens and pull over the car…

November 20, 1940, I remember the good old days, when I would go visit my grandmother in the countryside on the outskirts of London.

I peel my eyes open as a nauseating fear grips my stomach…

Once apon a time there was a leprechaun

Beep. Beep. Beep. The microwave yells at me to come and collect my supper.

I scream, I am scared, terrified some might say. September 7, 1940 the day the bombs started dropping.

I slip on my pointe shoes, the creases fitting perfectly with the arch of my foot.

The melancholy night was quiet though the wind was howling and the sunflowers danced but were still inside

Deep in a magical forest lies my favorite place. A giant bright red mushroom.

I glance at the photo on my wall, my dad's face glaring down at me, I can see the disappointment through the photo