Scraps and notes about my curse of writing stories.
by Davide Aversa @davideaversa.it
Marta thought I was the one eating the cookies every Christmas. I thought it was her. For five years, neither of us had ever asked the other. Until the day a question from our daughter, Emma, planted a seed of doubt in my mind.
December 22, 2025
That is, how I deal with the days on which I am emotionally void.
December 16, 2025
Or why even old dead projects may teach us something
December 05, 2025