Short Story 25

Miles

Miles was always someone who knew from a very young age exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Not in the way kids would run around saying they wanted to be doctors, or astronauts, or soldiers, but in a true and defining quality that he felt deep within his bones and in every part of his being.

He wanted to play music, and from the moment he picked up the guitar he always had the strings between his fingers. He would practise every day until his fingers bled and callouses no longer offered protection. Pushing through the pain, he knew someday he would get to a platform where he could share his music with the world. Continue reading “Short Story 25”

Short Story 18

The Foster Parents

He used to walk across the school grounds the same way every day, while feeling completely alone. Most of his schooling he was bullied, he didn’t have many friends, and by friends, he meant acquaintances, but despite this, school was markedly better than life at home.

Back in those school days, he didn’t think anything would have hindered him more in life than being born to a drug addict prostitute and an abusive electrician who used his mother as a punching bag before moving onto him when he tried to defend his mother. Continue reading “Short Story 18”

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