
My neighbor Val
She smoked like a chimney, back then it was a common scene. Her croaky voice and stained teeth justified her obsession for cigarettes. Val was
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She smoked like a chimney, back then it was a common scene. Her croaky voice and stained teeth justified her obsession for cigarettes. Val was

While playing a game with friends at a coffee shop, we had to think deeply about which of the five senses we couldn’t live without.

This phrase; I learned the meaning of it so young. When distance pulls you away from the only love you know, your heart does grow

I stood in the great room and tried so hard to see what my friend saw. The colors morphed into one big mess and I

You could say it was murder. A crime that never saw justice. What name would I have given this case? I often visualized myself sitting

At that moment when I sat with death, I understood so much of life. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t experienced this bitter episode before.