The abandoned building, a skeletal ruin of charred timber and crumbling brick, smelled of ash and despair. Deep within its blackened heart, a tiny, frail...
The alley was my kingdom, a labyrinth of overflowing bins, damp cardboard, and the echoing footsteps of strangers who never lingered. The cold seeped into...
The piercing cry, thin and laced with terror, sliced through the otherwise mundane sounds of the bustling marketplace. It wasn't the usual yowl of a...
The world for Patches was the cold, unforgiving concrete beneath the grand staircase of the apartment building. Each echoing footstep above was a tremor in...
