to my forever day one

All parts to developing a memorable lead.

All of us soldiers are the same, unique traits and personalities rendered irrelevant in the face of war. Every step, every turn, was freakishly accurate. Because that’s what we were trained to do. 

I had woken up from another daymare. But it had been my worst one yet. 

“A Longing for the Past” continuation~

The sun breaks free, its rays casting light upon us, as if in a fairytale. The luminance glistens off the meadow as the wistful sky lures me in. I see a red string above us, a red string of hope.

When a devil experiences heartbreaking sorrow.

A talented young bartender.

The water engulfed me whole. Its arms wrapped around my limbs. They yanked and tore at my desperate attempt to live until I stopped thrashing. Until I gave up.

They clung onto her body and wouldn’t let go. They tore her down except she had already given up struggling.

TOP CREATIVE WORK OF THE MONTH: Travel stories: Exploring Korea, one delicious piece of fried food at a time.

Communicating through superstitions and spiritual connections in Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club