Why I Like the Rain
FICTION

A Moral Boy

Sometimes grandma just sits at the edge of the window sill. Rocking back and forth. Like she would in her rocking chair wen she was still alive. Sometimes that’s enough.

As Long As We Fly
FICTION

As Long As We Fly

Science saved my life, but it didn’t make me want to live. I stay wrapped up in blankets. But it’s like Frank says, If we could fly, the world would have no end.

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