Tag: Junior Writers

Musicians Do Not Live Underground

Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, where are you, mom, where is Alina, where are you, mom, mom, mom! “Please answer, mom. Please,” I whispered, clutching the phone.

Fresh wounds on the white canvas

It was so hard to lose everything at once that my heart broke apart with pain. The sounds of explosions were coming from every direction, and I could not pull my thoughts together.