My fingers fly across the cello’s four strings, my mind focuses on maintaining the tempo as I sit in the soft black chair in my room. A music stand with black and white pages of notes stares back at...

The bright, shimmering sea sways back and forth as a soft breeze skims over the water’s surface. Streaks of white trail the small boats as they move like paint on a canvas. Overhead, the sun emits a...

I knew writers swore by writing in a café, but I didn’t believe in it for the longest time.  Last summer, I was trying to write a short story about “The Café of Stars,” a magical café that...