You all are incredible at riddles. Enough of you have figured out the second riddle so I will post the third riddle now. The second tin is in Stockholm, a city known for its canals and islands. Begin in Humlegarden, which has green leaves, and is also home to the Royal Library whose books have... Continue Reading →
The night smothered the bruised, black skies, And a foul wind began to rise By the devil’s wills, beyond the hills, Where all the world’s evil lies. The night swam through the rivers deep, Towards a town with no gates, no keep, Where fate had led us to the dead, Who lay in a cold,... Continue Reading →
Since multiple people have gotten the first riddle to The Global Treasure Hunt, I will release the second riddle. But first let me explain where the first Tin was buried. The first riddle refers to a great, watchful eye and an hourly chime, which many of you correctly assumed to be the London Eye and... Continue Reading →
The Global Treasure Hunt has begun! For fans of treasure hunts like The Secret: A Treasure Hunt, or even the treasure hunt I did not too long ago, here's an even better one for you. I've buried 5 metal tins across Europe, each about 6 inches long, 4 inches wide, and 2 inches deep. Below... Continue Reading →
Since then, the air tastes Of mince pies And mulled wine. Winter snow, Skin white, Tickles my nose With a faint, floral perfume. Since then, the sky glows A glossy rouge, and the streets Curve like a woman’s thighs. The sparrows sing In girlish trills, and the doves Talk in a lover’s whisper. Since then,... Continue Reading →
Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I'm silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With... Continue Reading →
Tulips spring From the morbid earth, Their leaves fleshy and green. One by one, Their petals splay, Tender to smell And to touch. And all the while The sun rises On weepy skies And wind-choked streets. Brown and decrepit, The grass lies low, As bulbs beyond count Slumber in ground below. Alone, The tulips stand... Continue Reading →
On my second day in Paris (see my first day here), I started my morning with a dive into the murky depths of Paris: the Catacombs. Beneath the streets of Paris lies a passage of tunnels lined with bones beyond counting. The Catacombs hold so many skeletons that they even made designs out of them.... Continue Reading →
Of all the beautiful, European locales, only Paris is considered the most romantic city of all. But for all you lonely travelers out there, don't let that stop you. Give into your wanderlust and take a trip to Paris like I did. Having arrived in Paris early on Friday morning, I dropped my... Continue Reading →
