When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contem...
That's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |
Highest Ranking: #22 in ACTION : 10/07/17 ❝So Cianne dear, are you in?❞ He grinned. I inhaled once. This was dangerous. It could cost me my life. They could make me do anything. What if I get caught? I was still too young and had a full life in front of me. ...