Sophia stared at the raindrops as they smashed into the mesh behind the closed louver blades. She knew that because of her weak immune...

The first day I met her, “beautiful” was the last thing on my mind. The dress she had on was terrible and her face told the same story....

Pomaa was bored out of her mind. She counted the minutes that passed and passively drummed on the notepad on her lap.  She was trying her...