Unintended Hibernation

<div class=textjustify Today’s prompt made me laugh, because I actually took a quick nap today. Or at least, that was the plan. This nap was supposed to be one of those short, harmless naps. I to

<div class=textjustify Today’s prompt made me laugh, because I actually took a quick nap today. Or at least, that was the plan. This nap was supposed to be one of those short, harmless naps. I to

<div class=textjustify I was at school yesterday for my clearance, with my friend but we were already running a bit late. In our rush, she suggested that we take a shortcut. It cut through the Fin

<div class=textjustify In the estate where I live, people are always in a hurry. Their mornings except mine, begin with car engines and hurried footsteps, the evenings end with tired returns. Ev

<div class=textjustify There’s something about slowburn crime thrillers that either pulls you all the way in or completely loses you halfway. There is no inbetween. And with this film, I found my

<div class=textjustify Yesterday, my friend and I tried playing the lottery. While looking up how to go about it, she put it to me, quite simply, as though it were an ordinary question with an or

<div class=textjustify What Would Be the Perfect Crime? If one were to ask this question in the literal sense, I imagine the answers would wander toward shadows, toward schemes so carefully con

<div class=textjustify I don’t know if it’s just me or there’s someone else who can relate to having days when it feels like you’re standing still while the rest of the world moves on without you