I see you. Your eyes, They’re dark, Must have lost their light down here— The sun doesn’t reach these parts. You came here to hide, I...

In the depths of the long-dead ocean’s floor, A siren dreamed of something more Her sisters sang with wicked grace To draw them in -...

Prologue In the beginning there was only the sea. We were all her people then.  In the beginning the sky was all that was. And we were...

This poem was for the previous writing competition, but although it did not win, the Nations Voice Editors thought it was worth publishing.

Hi Nations! Here comes a new writing competition to celebrate the spring season! What we’re looking for: An original story in any form...