Ode to O.C. Haenni's Market by Travis

Beneath the striped awning, tales unfold,

Of meats hung high in the winter's cold.

A butcher's trade, both grit and pride,

In Southwest Garden, time did bide.

With cleavers sharp and aprons white,

They served their craft by lantern light.

A market bustling, a bygone place,

Where history lingers in every trace.

The cobbled steps, the dog at play,

Echo whispers of another day.

O.C. Haenni's stands steadfast, true,

A portal to lives that once we knew.

It's Magic by Avi

There's a movement in my head...

Glowing.

My horn lights up.

Because it's Magic.

Inside me by Avi

Inside me, 

there is but one wolf.

Next to it, 

but not with it, 

an eagle. 

A predator must be alone.

To be the apex, 

one must always be on top of a pyramid of losers.

The waters of Aloria by BeachWanderer

In the mystical realm of Aloria, there is a tale told by all old people, about a secret beach that is supposed to heal all ailments.

Princess Anica, the favourite daughter of the king, heard about it and decided to look for it, so it might cure her from her love sickness.

When she finally reached the shore, she realised that she needed to be "herself". The waves whispered: "You are enough. You don't need anyone." 

Swooosh!

Cherry Tree by Sara

There is a moment

When colorful buds

Peer, half-asleep

Through heavy lids,

And wonder if they have

A few moments more

To rest like weary eyes

Before busy visitors - humming and buzzing

As they fill their pockets with golden pollen treasure -

Arrive.

But the sun is warm.

And the songbird is here - joined by another and another -

Together sounding the alarm that spring has finally come.

So it is time to wake up.