I thought to myself, I don’t feel any different. Is it supposed to hurt? Is the breath supposed to catch in my throat? Am I supposed to just not be anymore? I opened my eyes and looked at the vista in front of me. I was lucky that my Time happened to coincide with the dawn, […]Read More Writing Prompt | 4:00am
“No! Mum! Why?!” I wake up, thrashing, ripping the covers that have entwined themselves around my neck. It was just a dream, this time. I can still feel the phantom touch of her failing grip on mine; the passing of time has worn away her face from my memory but never those last few seconds of […]Read More Writing Prompt | Death has been eradicated. War, however, has not.