Parapet Stories

This is a snippet from my memories. All about my teenage stint in a conservative, regressive social setup, yet nostalgic. A girl who bathed in the water tank escaped fr...

"I find myself in front of your grave once again. How long do I have to go through this suffering?"

Just a few short stories I wrote about epithet erased... :)

A little poem I whipped up when I was waiting for Udon. Relating and alluding to one of the scenes in my novel, this poem is inspired by the trench conditions in World...