The bus starts. It’s not time to open the sand beige curtains, yet you try…
Author: anglesjournal
Some people may say reading fiction is a waste of time because if you want…
“Hey, how about a dinner tonight?” When Ivy first met him, he was wearing a…
Lucy was in her bed staring at her dresser. The room’s humidity reminded her that…
It was a sudden pause. Just like pausing the music you were listening to. It…
“You’re going to feel drowsy and tipsy. Tell us immediately if you feel any pain…
Angles 