Prompt of "any day of the week" suggested by @denicav.
The story of Maria Celeste Ochoa Yoc de Ramirez, a Guatemalan women seeking asylum in the US and dying in the hospital on Sunday, March 8th.
So I decided to post this LONG story last minute because I’m entering the Commaful story featuring thing and I needed a post. I don’t expect much reaction to this post but hopefully there are people w...
As the car creaks to a halt there's nothing but a gut sinking feeling inside him and a nervous cough to accompany it. Man's natural instinct is to turn away and run from whatever makes him distressed,...
My evening pill comes only a few minutes later, they’ve upped the dose. “But only slightly,” Dr. Morris made sure to note, her voice sugary and still too happy. I take it anyways. Quickly my head begi...
The Danvers State Hospital of Massachusetts was once a beckon of hope...but like all bright things, it's light was estinguished, just to be replaced with a dark stain that even the sands of time canno...
We both just kinda froze there for a second not knowing what to do. Then, simultaneously we both took off in a sprint towards the closed doors. It was the same sort of instinct an animal has when trap...
Prompt of "any day of the week" suggested by @denicav.
The story of Maria Celeste Ochoa Yoc de Ramirez, a Guatemalan women seeking asylum in the US and dying in the hospital on Sunday, March 8th.
So I decided to post this LONG story last minute because I’m entering the Commaful story featuring thing and I needed a post. I don’t expect much reaction to this post but hopefully there are people w...
As the car creaks to a halt there's nothing but a gut sinking feeling inside him and a nervous cough to accompany it. Man's natural instinct is to turn away and run from whatever makes him distressed,...
My evening pill comes only a few minutes later, they’ve upped the dose. “But only slightly,” Dr. Morris made sure to note, her voice sugary and still too happy. I take it anyways. Quickly my head begi...
The Danvers State Hospital of Massachusetts was once a beckon of hope...but like all bright things, it's light was estinguished, just to be replaced with a dark stain that even the sands of time canno...
We both just kinda froze there for a second not knowing what to do. Then, simultaneously we both took off in a sprint towards the closed doors. It was the same sort of instinct an animal has when trap...