By Sithis Yim Samnang [This is a snippet from a larger project “Red Children Empty of New Beginnings”] ✽ A night was only dark because one’s eyes couldn’t see. But eyes weren’t sights when an escape and a life needed to survive. They were mere moons and stars that couldn’t find ways to shine….
How Do You Come Up With That?
By Nanóuk Kromhout van der Meer Even though I cannot say I’ve always been writing, I have always been a writer. If I would sentimentally look back on my life, one thing would clearly stand out. Stories have always been a part of me, even as a child I always made them up. Like…
