Animal

The moment I stepped into the yard, I could feel the weight of years pressing down like a tangible force. The smell hit me first: stale air mixed with unwashed …

The air was thick with dust, and a heavy silence pressed against her like a physical weight. She couldn’t see anything—not the walls, not the ceiling, not even her own …

It was a typical Saturday morning at the animal shelter, but something about that day felt different. I had been volunteering there for over a year, and I had seen …

It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind of morning where the air is crisp and smells of damp earth and pine. I had decided to take a walk in …

The room was silent, but the silence was oppressive, heavy enough to crush her chest with every shallow breath. She could feel it—each second stretching into an eternity, each heartbeat …

It was an ordinary afternoon in the village. CUTIS was usually found playing in the yard with his mischievous baby monkey, climbing trees, or inventing funny games. But that day, …

In CUTIS’s family, there was one rule that both he and his little baby monkey knew very well: Dad’s phone was off-limits. The shiny device fascinated them both. It lit …

In the little village where CUTIS lived, everyday life was often sprinkled with laughter and surprises. People had grown used to his playful nature and his constant companion—the cheeky baby …