
Melting Ice
I served the hundred and fifty-eighth coffee with a polite smile on my face. It was a poor decision to wear the new shoes when...7 min
I served the hundred and fifty-eighth coffee with a polite smile on my face. It was a poor decision to wear the new shoes when...7 min
The smell of burnt rubber hung in the air. Sasha winced as a ten month old let out a wail for the fourth time in...7 min
“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” P.S: Don’t tell your twin. It was Ryan’s favourite place. Colourful balloons swayed in the breeze as...1 min