Queen of death     

A Short Story by Ava D‘Ambroiso

Diary entry: Life can actually be imagined as a long road with a lot of branches and gradients. You run and run and run and sometimes you have tailwind and you would like to cry out into the world how great life is, but sometimes the wind comes from the front and pushes you down. It takes a lot of power to brace yourself against the wind and move on. Every now and then you take the wrong branches and it takes a lot to get back to the saving main road. Some people stop for good sooner, others later. And I’m the only one in charge.