Room is filled with sounds of Radiohead music; it is playing silently on the background, as I stroll to the kitchen to make my morning
Prologue His breathing heavy and abrupt. Unable to move. Body held by exoskeleton. Lower half is already sunken to the floor. Legs scraped and cut
Hey there you all beautiful people! I have submitted my work to the contest on the INKITT website. It’s my dear child of writing creation
Your touch becomes tainted, with each and every single breath taken – it repeats the way it goes – all the way around the soul…
With all my worries now flowing out and making me all weird and excited and buzzy, I can say that alas this book is done!
Chapter XVI Path towards fate Sun was warming up the air, making it a nice summer day. Streets of Amereq were stunning with their