NIGHT, its veil of darkness descended silently and from the deep shadows, as though wooed by night, all that had

AAHANA smiled too, with the strong confidence within her, a smile that told him to be wary of a brave

AAHANA, though stunned at seeing her old boyfriend, kept a calm composure. “This is certainly unexpected,” she said to herself,

DARKNESS on silent wings shrouded the small village, hush whispers and stealthy shadows crisscrossed the night for not everyone was

THE woman, fair with slight oriental looks, stood alone at the top of a hard mud dam. She was not

From branches to roots   ANN MARIE , a young native girl of the Arawak tribe, sat on the bank

HE was her world and his happiness and well-being were the most important things in her life. That evening she

“Miss Collins.” Rachel looked up from a report she was reading at the boy standing at her desk. “Yes, Antonio,”

For tiredness lies On my lids My body like a Broken goblet The Earth can feel No more my feet

SONGS gave her comfort and peace, melodious songs that had helped her since childhood and she sang softly to soothe