The Breaking Point

Simon Chen The full moon was the only light that could be seen in the velvet sky when an abrupt sound of broken branches cried through the cemetery like a boy had been cut by a knife.   A figure appeared, staggering from nowhere, gasping. It was a 20-year-old woman. Her wrinkled dress was messy with […]

I Can’t Breath*

How can they call it the country of the free and the country of the brave if the people can’t voice their own opinions? I mean – we’re at a time where racism should be demolished, yet we see it every day in the streets of the USA. New York City, a place I dream […]