I have been reading on my smartphone for a few hours now. I had the time to check the news and the latest releases of a few of my favorite pieces of fiction. Not all are released daily, and not all are released in a chapter-per-chapter format, or even on the same platform, but nowadays, most of what you read can be bought in electronic format. I am a bookworm, but I do not own more than a few books. But there is a reason for this. While I do entertain unrealistic thoughts, like dreams or escapism, things that are common to about everyone, I also am not one to be overly attached to the paperback format. If I am able to read as well, if not better, on a phone than with a physical book, why waste both space and energy unnecessarily? Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand, I hear footsteps coming from the stairca

Today was just an ordinary day for them. They were a family of four going on vacation. Two parents, two brothers. They wanted to avoid traffic, so they left early in the morning. The father was driving, and the mother was sleeping. Meanwhile, for the two brothers behind, one was playing with a portable console, the other was reading. They had been on their way for a while, and the small amount of sleep they took weighed on the father a lot. They were on the highway, and the slow, calming rhythm had made quick work of putting the mother to sleep. Yawning, the father hesitated on turning on the radio for a while, then decided othe