[Bombs Are Falling!]"Good morning!" Mrs. Park greeted immediately when she entered the dining room, a bright smile dangling across her face. She swiftly gave Arthur a brief hug and walked over to her chair, inhaling the sweet, warm smell of the food cluttered on the table. Arthur greeted back with a smile that was shining adequately as his grandmother's and stuffed his mouth with a red berry. "Mmh…! Where's Travis? Has he not come down yet?" The old woman questioned immediately when her eyes landed on his younger grandson's vacant chair. "I don't know. I haven't seen him today, perhaps he is still preparing for school." Arthur shrugged and replied soon when he had swallowed his cereal. There was hollowness wrapped around his features — either from the unending analysis he had made of his cousin's last night's behaviour and how many questions were floating in his head. Arthur quickly released a deep sigh and continued gobbling his breakfast. "He cannot still be getting ready for sch

"What if I told you and gave you a quivering piece of my heart, would you keep on asking that question? A question that no one has thought of asking? Will that make any difference?" Travis quietly spoke to himself whilst his eyes were nervously staring at the drawing of David's face, which he had made just a few hours ago, at 02:30 a.m when he wasn't able to sleep or he could say, his periodic inability to sleep began again. His veiny, sweaty hands shuddered uncontrollably, making the A4 tremble in his unsteady grip. His wet, red lips rumbled with passion, uncertainty waving in the air that escaped from his mouth. Words hid in the cold midst of the shadows, right in the pointy depths of his throat. There was an aura of hopelessness hanging in the air around him, terribly breaking his faith into tiny pieces that he was discouraged to pick up. There again — his brain was captured and put hostage by a mountain of unanswered questions and rootless thoughts that quickly made the hairs o

[A Ray Of Sunshine But In The Dark. Are We There Yet]——"Dad's? Man, I have a huge problem with that word. It makes me sick!" ""Yeah? Me too! Actually, I hate those that carry it!" — Soft chuckles! "At least there's one thing we have in common!" Travis said through his clenched teeth. His eyes, as usual, were looking at the sky — thither where the blazing midday sun shone beautifully, bathing the buildings nearby in its excruciating warm light. The roads were shimmering in the heat of the sun — not too much but just perfect for the two boys to enjoy the light breeze that was criminally tickling their cheeks, at the same time helping them blow away the aura of grey that had been enveloping their heads since the last few hours. The two boys; Travis and David were laughing as if nothing had taken place. They ambled across the pavement that was cluttered by dead, colourful leaves that were beautifully smoothed out by thousands of feet that had stepped on them countless times. Steadi

[ FAIR WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER MAY HAVE A DISPLAY OF PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED]——A big SUV came to a screeching halt just a few feet away from the entrance of the Park Mansion. Inside of the car was Travis who was quietly taking deep breaths into his dull lungs. He sat uncomfortably in the back, while carefully exploring the proximity of the huge house that was luxuriously built — for the first time it seemed rather strange to him. He silently and unhurriedly examined every closed window and every door, stealthily checking if there was a chance for him to escape whenever he needed to. There was nothing but a bitter feeling that shamelessly undressed itself into the chambers of his heart. Ten minutes had already passed — Travis tightly closed his eyes for almost forty seconds, trying so hard to calm down his heart that was filled with recalcitrance. "She is waiting for you, Travis!" The driver's voice shamelessly

A pair of black eyes hopelessly and blankly stared at the pale-white wall that seemed to wrinkle at every hidden thought in the mind of he, who sat quietly. Lips that were hideously lacking moisture slowly parted to reveal teeth that helplessly quivered. Time seemed to have stopped — all the sounds were muffled by the gentle, cool breeze that swirled into the spacious, ominously hushed room; through a slightly opened window. It was dark inside — all the curtains were shut and poisonously locked all hope outside. There on the messy bed; probably smelling from sweat and drool, Travis sat with dishevelled hair that was revealing his bruised forehead. All his features were ashen, and there wasn't an emotion detected on his face. His mind was running fast towards all the unwelcoming thoughts — he carelessly embraced and invited those that were filled with the smell of despair into his heart. Travis breathed quietly, his watery eyes still touring the wall as if it was the first time he h