 |
The seventeenth of March was the day we all collectively know as The Day We Hated Kevin Zhang. It didn’t happen slowly. For all of kindergarten..
|
|
Once I saw a girl about the same age as mine put up her own apple stand at the bazaar. Her name was Shira. Her business, run all on her own, had quit..
|
|
The gunshot was still ringing in my ears as I dragged my wife’s lifeless body across the floor of our apartment. A whirlwind of options and pos..
|
|
June 2nd, 2022For most of my recent life, the light of my autopilot-driving van has been the sun I have woken up to every morning. In these long years..
|
|
Thud.
“What’s this, Banks.”
“Map of the world. What’s left of it, anyway. Look. There’s the megacities with ..
|
|
Time could not care less about me in the
in-between. There is no correlation between happiness and anything conceived on
this supposed Eden we were ..
|
|
One day I decided to take a stroll down Main Street. I was having a bit of a headache that day and I wanted to get some fresh air. I didn’t thi..
|
|
The fighter wrapped the bandage around his bloody knuckles. He must have done this over a hundred times in his life. Every time it would be the same,..
|
|
The man was very young. Slight facial hair. He liked wearing the simplest clothes. He was, if anything, average. There was nothing special about him...
|
|
I have been wandering the trees of the forest for a while now, taking in the beautiful views and sounds without a sense of direction or purpose. I do..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This