The Ghostwriter

by A.R. Torre

It’s amazing what money will do to a person, the level of control it can establish.

But back then, I only dreamed about, yearned for, and wrote about love. I didn’t realize what a brutal beast it could become.

Maybe all she was blessed with is the talent to tell stories, and not the talent to create them.

envisioning the positive scenario as an actual tree, giving it roots that dig into the earth and branches that reach into the sky.

Everyone’s journey to death is different.

had never been a girl to think about marriage. The institution of it all had bored me

That is how life is, it gives us burdens to carry and doesn’t give a damn about the weight. We shoulder it or we break.