Somewhere Near (an excerpt from chapter 2)

“So…are you ever going to tell me what the whole mutilating yourself thing was about,” mumbled Travis in a solemn tone. I froze and he immediately glanced up. I couldn’t bear to tell him. What could I tell him? I was envisioning my ex-boyfriend taking advantage of me. Ravaged me without my consent and against…

We (Part I)

I’ve been trying for a while to get away but much to my dismay, it’s not as easy as I thought it’d be.

Avec amour, de la Corneille

Why do we fear death? Is it because we don’t understand it or is it because we don’t know what happens once you die?