I'm Still Worth Something

That Friday night, all the street lights suddenly went out. The nightingale that had just been twittering so gorgeously seemed frightened and fell silent, and only the lone moon illuminated the square in front of my house.



The tension from sadness in my heart began to grow.



All I wanted was to run away somewhere, to escape from myself and my loneliness.



— But where to run so late, amidst that depressing darkness? Oh! Maybe… maybe to the...KEEP READING FULL STORY (BOOK IN PROGRESS)