Tagged: fiction



It was a hot summer morning. Sunday morning, to be precise. He had opened the blinds and the windows, so she was hiding her face under the blanket. Her head hurt and she had...


Mirror of Truth

“Oh, you are such a slut!” “Wait, what?”, I had been daydreaming and was looking at a seagull flying by our kitchen window. I felt the wooden chair hard against my thighs and wiggled...