I guess, it did not matter that we were the outcasts of the neighborhood, after all. As I watched others lives fall apart, we all still had each other, no matter how many times people thought Mother was crazy for planting the garden by the cycles of the moon, or how Dad would allow us …Continue reading "Chocolate Cake – A Flash Fiction"
No one remembered The Forgotten, the outcasts, that were tossed from our society as if they were garbage, not human beings, who did nothing wrong. Those people, hidden behind the deep walls that surrounded our cities, were simply different, not fitting in with the norm of prescribed standards of look or form. Placed beyond the …Continue reading "The Forgotten"