Tag: Short stories

The Dark

Something creeps, unseen and unheard. It lurks in the corner, not saying a word. Maybe it’s waiting, biding it’s time. Or maybe there is no reason or even no rhyme. Blankly it sits, emotionless air. What is it? What are you? Why are you there? The dark does not speak,

What type of posts would you like to see?

Good evening! I hope you’re doing well πŸ™‚ Thought I’d do a bit of research for my upcoming blog posts and pose a question to you all: What would you like to see posts about? The main focus will still be my struggles with chronic illnesses, depression, anxiety etc. And

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