He said in reply to the interviewer asking, ” Are you a Buddhist”? , he said ,”I’m a Buddhist, I’m a Christian, I’m a Muslim, I’m whatever you want me to be. It all comes down to the same thing. You’re in a loving place or you’re in an unloving place, if you’re with me right now you cannot be unhappy, it’s not possible.”
He looked like the boy next door. The one who shoveled driveways, earned merit badges, waved shyly at neighbors who never looked twice. But the life he…
Grief doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it hides behind closed doors, behind a face that won’t crack, behind a man who walks away before the dust has even…
It started with a mark. A ring of scars, too deliberate to be random, too quiet to be harmless. You’ve seen it before, without really seeing it—on…
The stench hit first, thick and wrong, curling into his lungs like a warning. He thought it was pests, a nest, a nuisance he could pay someone…
He walked away from her. That’s the part he can’t rewrite, no matter how many scripts he’s handed or how many lights burn his name across a…
The room froze when she spoke. A toddler, barely two, stood in the middle of a police station begging to confess a crime, clutching a stuffed rabbit…