Life Goes On

Little was said. Too much was felt. The words tore them apart, erasing the good years. Only photographs kept the evidence. Their love for each other was pushed to the back of their hearts. And life went on.


The Game Without a Name – Part I

"Mother, I can’'t find it!”" Lately, Tista couldn'’t find anything in her room. Her mother was tired of hearing her shout every day. Just like every other day, Mother said, "“Maybe you wouldn'’t have so much trouble finding your things if you cleaned your room once in a while.” As always, Tista continued her search…Read more The Game Without a Name – Part I