A HAND TO HOLD

Isla sat on the cold hardwood floors, the clock displayed the time as 2:30 AM, glaring at her family picture. Though, rather than tears came flames thinking more on how she was treated. Her mind was w...

Ardra DeepakArdra is a young writer who loves reading and creating meaningful stories. She’s always exploring new ideas and shaping her voice, hoping her work connects with readers in a genuine, lasting way.