Welcome readers! It’s time for you to discover the magic of this hour, cause at 2 am, I don’t sleep, I write stories.
This is a personal essay I wrote 7 years ago. My 15-year-old boy classmate tried to take advantage of me. At one inch less of five foot, 80 pounds and nothing, I was hardly strong enough to defend myself. I thought that what was happening at that moment was just him trying to push his … Continue reading Boys
Somewhere along the school corridor, a couple was obviously having a confrontation. “I get it. You don’t want me around,” the man said. “What the heck? I’m just saying we can’t always be together!” The woman replied. Ten steps from them and I could already see and hear the man sobbing. I decided to pass … Continue reading The Beetle
I know I’m super confusing and an overthinker and usually indecisive and emotional and I never tell anyone when I’m really angry or sad and fucking super shy at times then I sometimes overdo things and I can’t get something right But I wish there are more understanding people in the world I’m trying to … Continue reading I just fucking opened my laptop and found myself writing this
(Photo from Google) This story is as old as a fairytale, in a town more beautiful and older than one. The people woke up that sunny morning and went on with their usual daily chores, but not John, a man in his 40s. For the first time, he got out of bed … Continue reading Downtown