Category: fictions

The Tuesday in question was not unlike other Tuesdays Rebecca had experienced. Her job was boring, but it paid well enough for one girl, and her life was as she...

The phone was ringing, but Jack was not moving. He simply refused. Nine o’ clock in the morning was an ungodly time of day. Let the phone ring. He, Jack, ...

I was thirty-two before I found love. I met a woman who said she was going to die before she was thirty. When I asked her why, she said she just knew. “Li...