Mike V. : Writing

Doors

Doors

A Story by Mike V.


I find myself walking down an endless hallway. This hallway doesn’t have many doors, just a few, but when they come it’s usually in p..
The Blue Bird

The Blue Bird

A Story by Mike V.


I once saw the most beautiful bird, its feathers were so blue that the sky looked pale in comparison, no ink or dye could match the color of thi..
This Masquerade

This Masquerade

A Story by Mike V.


Why do we hold these pretenses? Trying to be something we are not? Who placed this pressure on us that we must fight so hard to maintain our cover. We..