Fiction

One just isn’t oneself without the mind, so I realized I had better go find it. But where? Somehow, I sensed through some profound connection that my brain had wandered far, far away on a grand adventure through obscure corners of the universe.

In Alapawan prison, most of his cellmates were “separatists” advocating for the independence of Taiwan. They were able to leave their cells to do odd jobs, like cleaning restrooms, laundering clothes sent to the prison, or growing vegetables on the empty field next to the prison.

I am at the brunt of a despicable person’s mouth motoring vile and hurtful words this person uses on me just like a barf bag to pour out all his misery into me and it’s true that I am nothing to him but a barf bag who is on the receiving end of his abuse he receives from others then releases them into me