Stories by Shreeja
the tiny box.
He had a tiny box, about eh tall and eh wide; just picture me showing it to you with my hands. You can think...
Must Have Been The Wind
Amidst the symphonies of honking horns and street vendors calling out their wares, the wind was the reigning...
The Favorite Sister
Jessica had always been the favorite sister. It was sometime late July, the summer before sophomore year, tha...