Pandora

by Susan Stokes-Chapman

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

‘How much easier it is for those with money to achieve what those without it cannot.’

Agáli-agáli gínetai i agourída méli. ‘Slowly, slowly, the sour grape becomes honey,’ she mutters under her breath.

There is a fine line between coincidence and fate.

We, as human beings, can invariably be split into two types: those who believe in magic, and those who do not.