In Breaking, She Blossomed

In Breaking, She Blossomed

I There was no root she could dig up, no moment to blame. Her introverted self didn’t grow out of cruelty or neglect. It simply existed — like air or…
What Remains

What Remains

The pigeon still watched him, that blasted thing. It cooed like a rat, snow white wings fanning out against the dilate horizon. He’s reminded of something sinister, unnamed and hungry. …
When My Mind Slowed Down

When My Mind Slowed Down

Have you ever heard of a condition called ‘anendophasia’? It’s where someone doesn’t think with an inner voice. Sometimes I wonder how that feels, because the voice in my head…

Like Father, Like Son

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