The short story is up. And here is my last writing though I am pretty sure you might not understand it because my writings are my feelings engraved on a paper that does not give it justice. Also I am not very good since I do it for myself.
[When the night falls silent,
The moon shines off the old gray box.
And I can hear the quiet static that is engrave in my mind.
The warmth of your words would softly accompany it.
As the ghosts of your fingertips dance over my skin.
Soon the stars say goodbye,
The sun brings the rustling of the leaves and muffled voices of people that aren't you.
I can't hear you anymore,
but there is a slight buzz in my mind I can barely feel.
Maybe you will come again when it's quiet.
And I will hear you again.
You will be there, right?]