I never realized...
but I'm so sad. That nauseous feeling in your stomach, and the pain in your chest. Like you want to just...
give up. For good.
But the only person who can change all that;
I can't even embrace him and have him tell me that I'm going to be alright, that I can be happy now, that
I won't have to cry anymore.
(Soliloquy by 12 Rose)
Categorized as fantasy and fiction, ranging from the young to the elderly, comes a development of distorted, disturbing tales that challenge the minds and realities of others. When Pigs Fly is a personal project created to improve my skills as a writer and to impress an audience of any who come to pass. The idiom, "when pigs fly," was chosen as the title for its underlying meaning, and these short stories, inspired from the works of others through media and literature, all focus on the improbability of occurrence.
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