Stories about Romanticism

  • The Coldest Winter
    Long forgotten are the days of yore. Memories that haunt my waking hours ever pressing. For it is in our nature to relive those glory days - the sting of the crisp winter air, the shuffle of leaves on the back porch, the spri
    by r4gg3tyM4n 500 words, 9 comments, on Feb 10 8:44 AM. In , First person, Life, Nostalgia, Romanticism