The city didn’t make normal sounds anymore. No engines. No shouting. No music from shops. Just this low, tired…

The city didn’t feel like a city anymore. Not after the attacks. The streets were empty. The shops were broken.…

The first scream came from the street behind our house. Not a long scream. Short. Sharp. Like someone didn’t…

The town didn’t look different the next morning. That was the worst part. People still opened their shops. Buses…

We went back to our town a few days later. Not because it felt safe. Because staying away didn’t change…

After seeing two of them near the road outside my aunt’s house, I stopped pretending this place was safer. It…