Flame stories

She’s a strange creature. She doesn’t even like eating peaches. Only wants to gaze at their flowers. Let her. Let her see what she came for. As for me —I’ll just be looking at her. That person. The one I once shattered.
The one I wounded — again and again — though she did nothing wrong. I was angry… but not at her. At those around me.

Tokyo Ren — An Urban Loneliness Fiction Story They say I’m overcolored. Really?What’s so wrong with a little excess?My high-rises, grey as regret, wear their yellow neon like stolen gold—then flip to blue as evening comes down, casual as a lie. And have you seen the reds? The ones that burn on the same strip, […]