Free at last – Chap 2
The funeral happened a week after their death. Patrick arranged everything. The mass and the reception. He prohibited everyone to come back at the house. A habit they have in their culture. To visit...
Author: Flora
Blue Crane’s eyes- Chap 60
Whoever that said that all truth is not worth revealing was right. Because at this moment, it’s not the truth that’s hurting, it’s the reality of it. The girls wished everything Harriet told was...
Force of a home – P4
Underrated, underestimated. The ones who have a job, not considered as a career. Why one? When they say you were born for the role. Determined. Yet often broken hearted. A drive with no visible...
Your Turn – P3
Look, let it go. The sun is already out, No need to keep crying. Well, it might help your heart. But it still pains your soul. It’s over. Trash it out. It’s hard to...
THE LAST TIME – P2
Oh, that’s bad! News in a flashlight, Yet seated swallowing salty waters… oh were those tears? Found out when I left the office. That’s bad? What do you mean? Almost didn’t make it for...
FALLEN AWAY – P1
I don’t know where to begin, Because the level of my pain is unbearable, And I am sorry! If I wonder, would that help ease my pain? You see I am alive. Breathing but...
Blue crane’s eyes – Chap 55
At their table, Adeline was already seated, hands covering her ears from the noise around her. She slightly moved them when she heard a long high-pitched whistle shutting all the noises down. Doris has...
The librarian – Chap 2
Out of all days, she wished it was Thursday instead of Monday. She wished she had her evening shift at Bay Coffe Bar where she worked from Thursday to Saturday from 12 to 3am....
The librarian: Plot
Elisabeth “Beth” a librarian has been working at Gideon’s university in Toronto for 5 years with a side gig of being a bartender at night to earn extra cash to pay off her student...
Message 3
Long time, … Hello, I am back in the land of the living. Back breathing, walking and smiling. How are you doing? Usually when I skip a week of posting, it’s my...
