Writing

What is waiting behind every shadow?

Most Sunday afternoons, I fly under the radar. While my father drives to my little brother’s water polo game and my mom’s off the island a..

A frustrated poem about one of my worst habits.

Beginning of a story about a character stuck on the treadmill of the daily commute....tbc.

You must love me completely

The man descended the stairs noisily, taking them two at a time. The fate of them all clearly depended on how fast he could reach the phone...

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