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The choices are what define us
A Story by
Gaspar
His soul burned as he took the keys, a trembling hand attempted to open the doors of a place he once called home. He was wrapped in worm clothes and..
Was it ever about the dream?
A Story by
Gaspar
He sat next to her, a wound in his heart as deep as the cut in her stomach. She stared at the ceiling in what was disbelief towards the actions of t..
Cloudy sky
A Poem by
Gaspar
Remembering the past...
Forsaken word
A Poem by
Gaspar
It stood with nothing but a sound Just a whisper that circled aroundIt was only then It could have ever existed For all that herd It would be enlist..
Prologue
A Chapter by
Gaspar
I guess I just lost my balance when I spontaneously tripped over the doorstep. Couldn’t help but noticing that it probably would never even ha..
Chapter 1 - Something came up
A Chapter by
Gaspar
It took me a while to start noticing the smelly breath that kept tickling my skin and burning my brain from the inside. Looking like a f*****g plagu..
Chapter 2 - That or nothing else
A Chapter by
Gaspar
The coffee I drank had removed the sense of hunger, although I knew it was temporary, it was enough for now. Trying to figure out what exactly happe..
Chapter 3 : Something else entirely
A Chapter by
Gaspar
I left the bus on Highway 8 and I was just one street away from Diana’s place. She lived in an apartment building which I had visited ..
Chapter 4: In grief there is solitude
A Chapter by
Gaspar
“God damn it!” I almost said out loud after 5 minutes of waiting. Having parked the van, Tim went for the public bathroom not hu..
Chapter 5: The paths I walked
A Chapter by
Gaspar
Sound of birds was both pleasing and disturbing. How could I not enjoy this sweet sound that in the same time reminded me of the outside w..
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