IN A HAZE OF FICTION
Come in, let me tell you a story . . .
by Y.L. Reyes on April 5th, 2015


by Y.L. Reyes on April 5th, 2015

​​As she listened, a song flowed through the vents above her bed, whispering memories. She, then, began her usual talk. The day had just started, and the soft warm rays of sunlight continued their daily routine, leaking through the small orifices of her window. It was the goal of the rays to touch her skin, but she knew how to avoid them.


by Y.L. Reyes on January 3rd, 2015


by Y.L. Reyes on December 29th, 2014


by Y.L. Reyes on December 29th, 2014