The ongoing stream of thinning liquid traversed through the road, branching out into tinier streams as it encountered more crevices in the asphalt. I stabbed the end of a shovel in one of the cracks, ...

I've always been called a selfish child by my parents, but I think it runs deeper than that. I know that there's something wrong with me when I don't view humans as people, as living beings with minds...

A short story on hallucination from PTSD