A girl with a lot of opinions and stories to tell.
Don't wake up. Waking up can result in catastrophic failure. Is this even an option of choosing my own fate or something else? It all felt so real. His lips. His face. My life was nothing tangible. Nothing real. What was out there? Did I have a life of my own? Am I truly human or a figment of someone’s cruel imagination? Why am I cursed with knowing the truth? A more compassionate programmer would never let me find out.
By kale7 months ago in Fiction
I have a confession: I have been suffering from writer's block for a long time. No matter what I did, the words did not flow out like they used to. I tried everything under the sun, yet it was a mortal enemy that I could not defeat.
By kale11 months ago in Lifehack