Letstarthishit Stories

⟢ The second half of October 1951. 2:02 a.m. The night was cloudless and quiet, even calm, but she was feeling the presence of death. She was feeling the awakening of th...

⟢ The problem is I have no idea what to put in the description of this work. "When you give something a name, it becomes a real part of the world"? ⟢ ⟢ The tru...

⟢ One poem told by a young person who has given their entire hope to the one bird. The hope that this little swallow will never experience what happens down there. ⟢ ───...