I can feel it, expanding, since some weeks ago, as a bud about to bloom. I sense it traversing all the fog, travelling smoothly, finding me.
I'm not my age, I'm not my beauty, I'm not your slave. I'm just a channel and, maybe, a toy in bored God's hands.
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Mind the Gap (by Noor Lung) English
General FictionMind the Gap is a collection of fiction short stories. They vary in style, themes, tone, characters and length. The aim is to provide a different lens colour to look to reality. It's also the sandbox where I tried different voices, where I experimen...
