Being sad is not a big deal. I have been sad my whole life. The very first memory I have is sitting with my mother and watching television. There is nothing wrong with the scene, but I remember a feeling of sorrow everywhere. It was radiating from her heart. The reason was that my father left us alone. He did so often, but not because ...

There was a dead body in a car. It was already pale and swollen, with dark marks surrounding wide, open blue eyes. The vehicle was parked at the end of my street, in a designated visitors' parking spot. It was a nice and sunny morning, just after 9:00 AM, and I was supposed to already be in the office. But there I was, standing beside ...

A bottle was on a table. The table was old and wooden, brown and scratched. The bottle was almost empty with the brown liquid at the bottom. The liquid waited for its chance. A yellowish, wrinkled hand stretched out and picked the bottle from the table. It was brought to a wrinkled face, framed in the gray, short hair and the gray shor...