Shattered Dreams: A Sad Story based on Real Life Incidents
Sheena was a happy and cheerful girl who loved her parents very much. She always looke…
Like every day, Dylan arrived with plenty of time to spare. He had been following the same routine every day for twenty-th…
Silence is an epidemic. Even with my best efforts I am feeling it seep through the crevices of my mind - the pauses in con…
She came every night when I was a child. I was terrified whenever my parents told me it was time to go to bed. I didn’t wa…
Almost all the decisions we make in our daily lives have more to do with automatized rituals than with autonomous acts, mu…
My meeting with God went quite well actually. I partook in the usual small talk, asking about his son, how his sister-in-l…
There was a light breeze from the open window on a warm Friday afternoon, a boy with golden hair, a red race car shirt and…
I hate the way she's colored her hair red. She didn't always have this color in her hair. Even back when we were e…
Sheena was a happy and cheerful girl who loved her parents very much. She always looke…
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