Life stories

For weeks, she returned like clockwork—same spot, same shimmer, same mysterious stillness. That red car, always parked just beyond the curve...

  I finally did it. I walked up to her, heart pounding, palms sweaty. She was leaning on the bonnet of her car, eyes fixed on mine like she ...

  I’ve met many girls before her, but she is different—hauntingly different. Things I love about her: She always wears a red dress—simple...

Hi, I wanna say so many things But we don't have space to discuss How can I say in this second I want to hug You very tightly and want t...