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Category: short story

The Final Angel

I hide behind my hair to stay away from the view. I can hear my mother’s frail breathing as she gulps down the air, only for her to find that she needs even more. I dare not look, as I’m afraid that a single glance will be the last. I’m afraid to even listen, but my head is forcing me to cling onto something, even if it pains me. “S… Sarah?” I hear her forever tiring voice call out my name. I’m frozen in my seat, so much so that… Read more The Final Angel

Glass Houses

This short story was written for Wicked Young Writer Awards 2016, was I was placed in the top 20 of the country. ____________________________________________________________________________________ “This one is Hillary. She lives on her own, but she doesn’t mind because she loves dancing in the snow.” Jordan explained to his mother for the fourth time this week. He tugged and tugged at her hand attentively to make sure she was paying attention. “She’s an ice skater, mammy, did you know? Look at her skates!” He pointed out the sharp-looking blade at either end… Read more Glass Houses