by Christian Velilla (This story contains attempted suicide.) I find myself in that icy corner of my room, with my body lost in inaudible sobs and tears that I only feel running down my cheeks, but they are nothing more than vivid flashes of my imagination; like little diamonds that…
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Then and Now
by D Ferrara He sat heavily on a low wall. Not…? Bleeding? He thought. A woman tapped his arm. Her concerned face filled his vision, but he could hear nothing. Not bleeding? He thought again, as if the words could anchor him. Beyond her face, silent chaos. Smoke. Debris. People….