My parents seldom mentioned my brother to me during my early childhood as if his death had faded into the periphery of life, except it never had, since my existence was a perpetual affirmation of his short visit to the world.
Abyss (Short Story)
Category: Creative Writing
Stay (Short Fiction)
The last man on Earth was hiding in his basement. The ringtone of his phone pierced through the silence. His phone, with the screen showing JEAN BROWN, trembled with his hands. With much excitement, the man knew that his teenage daughter was alive. “If you want to survive, you will do exactly what I am… Continue reading Stay (Short Fiction)
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