Andreea IuliaGhost of a Pine TreeMy sister and I often waited for the day Mr. F. would arrive home. We would sit together on the forgotten terra-cotta shingles piled under…Oct 30, 2016Oct 30, 2016
Andreea IuliainFiction HubThe Astronaut“An enormous crimson moon rose behind the rooks’ nests in the Countess’s garden. At first it was the colour of the new brick mill in…Oct 25, 2016Oct 25, 2016
Andreea IuliaThe Old SuitcaseIn the bushes at the end of the neighborhood lay a suitcase. The streets and alleyways were quiet as always; the winds gave no indication…Jul 28, 2016Jul 28, 2016