After reading the first chapter in Falling, it reminded me of this hundred words segment I wrote a while ago:
Time is a marvelous thing. An exhilarating experience may feel like a blink of an eye while a tedious lecture can last for eons. Or when time seem to slow down, analyzing every detail, suspending in mid-air on a cold, distant star. Every step you take, every breath you inhale, every movement is recorded in a video projected from the senses which can be played again and again. As much you want. As long you want. Reviewing the roll of film had captured the moment stretched into infinity. Because there time doesn't matter. And memories will be faded into one.
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Short Story Garden
Short StoryStories I have left covered in dust for far too long will have a chance to rejuvenate here. I'll dedicate each chapter to one of you guys. If I made a grammatical error or something, don't be afraid to tell me. I'll be happy to fix it! If you want m...
