Recent content by Sage Dallas

My aunt has barely let me out of the house lately The girl had said as Sage knew right away he might have said the wrong thing. Usually once an aunt or other relative was mentioned the parents were not happily together or even there anymore. Sage had and still is lucky that his parents are...

Sage was probably one of the most observate people there were. He liked to stop and smell the roses both literally and not so literally. He watched people around him in a way to get to know them before he really got a word out of them. Which was why when a boy about his own age sat next to him...

The boy listened to the girl speak saying his own name as if it was foreign. Maybe around here names like Sage, River, Morning, Secret, and Rose were uncommon and odd to the tongue. The names of his family however were like old news to him, simply second nature. Even after being in New Zealand...

Shopping wasn't a favorite activity for this young Irish redheaded boy. Yet he knew it had to be done and the sooner the better. Rose, his mother, had always told him to get the things that he disliked done first. So that when time came that was free, he could always enjoy the things that he...

Sage let out a small laugh as the girl sitting on the ground beside himself noticed the bench that she was sooner oblivious too. Did people around here pay attention to their surroundings or were they all the type that looked passed everything not stopping to smell the roses? Really this Irish...

The red haired boy walked along the streets of what the New Zealanders called Brightstone. Now that he had been in this area for almost a year Sage surely could be considered a New Zealander, but he refused to be called that even if it was the proper term which this eleven year old boy wasn't...