Eve.
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
This experimental flash fiction story, modelled after polaroid snapshots, is five vignettes that describe a young woman reluctantly falling in love.
Sitting under the oak tree gave me the sense of a new start, i felt i had somebody, but deep down i knew i still had no one This is not a story, or a diary. Just my thoughts from deep down underground. Where oblivion can no longer scare me, or make me weep at night because my screams and imaginary ideas mean nothing...
Lily was an accident. That’s what Mom and Dad said, when they broke the news to me and the brothers over second-time-around meatloaf and corn on the cob. An accident, as if they were apologizing for puncturing holes in the inflatable pool with the lawnmower...
On going so you never know...maybe Zalfie will be destroyed and just because of one person...