Author Faith Everard

The rhythmic cogs of the machinery click and shuffle, a steady beat emerges with each press of the tin, each bubble of the milk. A behemoth of industrial power, the milk-cannery seems to twitch and stir as thou...

Seven jellyfishes, eight jellybabies, Wanna drown in the water and stay dead for ages. Nine jellyfishes, ten jellyfishes, Give me a boyfriend who isn’t amphibious! - Golden and Silver , The Lure This Polish m...

“I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide” - Emily Brontë, Stanzas When the word “tomboy” first came into usage in the mid-16th century, it described a boisterous...

“This was my first film. I knew these people who all had red hair and were part of the family. They were also alike in character, extreme and stubborn. Their drive in the country begins an intrigue of awesome...