“I love you,” he whispered.

A gentle breeze.

What?

Charlie gawked at the boy in utter denial. There was no way he was doing this now. The car behind her honked impatiently but she couldn’t move. She breathed deeply, breath shaky as the built in pressure under her eyelids and heart held her down. It was hard to breathe and impossible to move. Her eyes brimmed with refusing tears as the agony con...

There was a man who loved inventing. From a young age said man would do his best to build himself things that would keep him entertained at the time. However as the man grew older he began to realize that the things he once built that’s purpose was to bring him joy, no longer did so. If anything, the man felt compelled by his own creations and by everyone around him. The man felt alone, surrounded...