That first drop. I looked up as infinite drops pursued it, blurring out the sky. Her scent on my clothes overwhelmed by…
This is the story of a man named Leone.
I stood there as the sun began to set, a sea of people floating around me. A group of foreigners excitedly exchanging words over snacks. A man selling beer moving through the crowd, like a tigre stalking it’s prey, in a jungle of chatting trees. Heads started to turn as the…
Right from the start he knew it was a bad idea. A strange force pulled him toward it. “I must be a pathetic moth, that’s a fire, I’m a moth, I’m gonna singe my wings off and die a toasty death. I know it. Legs I order you to stop. Stupid legs. AH FINE.” He stretched out his hand…
Regular morning, regular routine, regular money.
Uma dessas histórias é verdade. Uma dessas histórias será verdade para você, só depende das suas escolhas. Não que você…
