“It always surprised him, the life that never ran out in the dead of night. A whisky bottle at hand, he walked to the open balcony of his tiny apartment. A breeze cooled the air, rustling…”
“No Such Goodbyes. He drowned between the lines of her note. (8 words). Sunken Pills. I forced pride…”
“The late night is quiet; it is beautiful… listening to thoughts wake, some louder than others. Strays still linger; somewhere, everywhere…”
“Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…”
“Stories are one way to sketch the world on a page. I am just a writer with a job to do—breathe life to my imagination. You do not, therefore, need an entire book to tell that story. A line can say so much, with the right words woven together…”
LibLane, 918 words.