Addicted to words and the absurdities of life. Chasing and writing stories about everything and nothing.
The world's still dark outside. The kind of dark that feels like it's holding its breath. There's a rawness to these early hours, unfiltered and brutally honest. And there she is, next to me, a serene contrast to my restless mind. Even in sleep, she's a force, a presence that fills the room.
By J.M.3 months ago in Fiction
Once, the world was alive but silent. Beasts roamed, flowers blossomed, and streams meandered without knowing their time-worn fate. Each living being was like an apparition, seeming to carry on in life's cycle but never genuinely living.
By J.M.10 months ago in Fiction
