Writing Red (Final) 12 Oct 2014 That was the only time I felt that someone cared. I felt comfortable, safe, and I was not scared anymore. So when my heart started functioning again, I reflected the…
Writing Red (Part 4) 11 Oct 201411 Oct 2014 That was the reason why I liked that room. I felt the need to see those shades and feel the happiness of dreaming. In a world where I never grew…
Writing Red (Part 3) 9 Oct 2014 My nails were left on the floor covered with blood. I saw the way I tried to put my nails back on my fingers. For the first time, I thought…
Writing Red (Part 2) 5 Oct 20145 Oct 2014 The river was filled with crystal clear water that I could see the blue pebbles sleeping along the riverbed. Blue pebbles? Sleeping? Yes. But then that was not the thing…
Writing Red (Part 1) 4 Oct 20144 Oct 2014 I was inside a box. I assumed it was a box. Maybe it was a room, a well, or was it a can? There was no light, no wind that…