Writers are born to inspire while inspiration is everywhere.
How would Death express an accident?
I nervously blew into the air. White smoke emerged, clouding my glasses. I swore, trying to detach my hands from his. ‘Hey.’ He turned to look at me. You’re beautiful, I thought, trying to pull away. His parted hair rested in waves, a lock falling...
A depressed woman decides to take matters in her own hands when she realizes she's going mad. Read ahead to find out.
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