Short Stories

It wasn’t keeping both of us awake. But I’m glad it was over.

This is how it should be.

 

One night, I was talking to him on the phone. He asked me how would I describe my own description of darkness. I told him that it was such pleasure for me to explain, in fact on the other side I’ve been dying to make him understand. At that time, he said that he was alone in his bedroom, hearing nothing but his sister watching television. He asked me would it be better if he closed the door, and I said,

 

“Yes, please.”

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Short Stories

A little throwback: The Raindrops

[Trigger Warning]

I have this old writing project that me and my friends in high school had in our grammar class. I think our writing’s so underrated–which is why I brought it back here. I was reading it again–and it reminds me of how stressed out we were to finish this writing before the deadlines because the teacher also gave us another tasks to complete, one of them is this fun (personally stressing for me) screen-play. But I’m glad everyone had so much fun.

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