A PORTRAIT OF FREEDOM
The park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreThe park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreShe cautiously waddled across the sand towards the lapping waves. Her father was a step and a half ahead of her, holding out his hand for hers, encouraging her towards the shoreline…
Read MoreThe star shone brighter than any star he had ever seen. Its brilliance and beauty took his breath away…
Read MoreAUTHOR'S NOTE: This short story was written and first published in 2010, while I was in my 3rd year of medical school. It was written to be a whimsical summary and educational tool for my tutorial group about Deep Vein Thromboses (DVTs) and Pulmonary Emboli (PEs)...
Read MoreThe heat was murder. Simon was from Cyrene, at the northern tip of Africa, so he was well acquainted with incredibly hot days and nights, but today was something else. The sun’s rays were scorching - he felt as though he were being cooked...
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