Pieces of fiction · Self-discovery

Snow Belle Flake

Eight months ago I don't know why I'm crammed in this room. It's too small for all of us to fit. Mom left me here alone, and I'm too young to understand why. I think she threw me away because I'm different. I'm not like my siblings and cousins. I don't know how to walk properly… Continue reading Snow Belle Flake


A short story of counseling part 2

That brown, leather couch was the most comfortable one I had ever rested on. It’s one of those sofas, which you can sink in and it could put you to sleep quicker than usual. While the cold leather hugged my body, my head became too heavy for me to carry.  I decided to lie down… Continue reading A short story of counseling part 2