The Memories

by Karina S. M.

“I miss my man.”
His head snapped from the nothingness he just thinks of. He turns to look at her, so slowly, as if he’s afraid that the comfort embraced his heart would fade away to nothing.

The Wind’s Tale

by Anggia C. J.

Wind blew hard, twisted itself cheerfully. Leaves and twigs played symphonies for it. The wind smiled, got more excited to dance. Unfortunately, Humans didn’t like it. They tidied their clothes and grumbled because of the wind’s game.

We Are Not Some Kind Of Mentalist

by Amatillah M. A.

There is one thing I’ve found out after being a psychology student for 3 semesters. That is,
No, we are not some kind of mentalist.