Julia Bringewald (Age: 20)

Ein Denkmal vor einer Botschaft. Eine Brise wiegt die Blumen sacht, vor der thronenden Flagge, die über die Straße wacht. In der Stille des Morgens, vor dem Erwachen der Stadt, nur das Knistern der Blätter und das leise Gurren der...

My house is on fire. but it started small. It began as heat, as habit, as profits rising, contracts stacked neatly. Embers breathing, paper-thin reports, ink still wet, a faint scent of oil, threading its way, up the chimney into...

I wish that I could create art like masters painting worlds apart— the kind that lingers in the mind, haunts your dreams, and persists in time. The kind that sets the soul ablaze, leaves critics lost in puzzled glaze, makes...

Beneath figures of steel where shadows creep, lies a place long dead, where engines beat. Where air lies thick with choking dust, and no windows vent the stifling must. Where echoes dance in vacant halls, the hollow tunes on rusted...

Dear friend, As the gentle winds of nostalgia whisper through my thoughts, I find myself drawn to reach out to you once more. As my mind wants to rest for eternal days my heart yearns to write you these lines,...