Vincent Rey was into short stories so much he started writing them at the age of eight. His first story was about a community of apples with hair and a bunch of toothpicks for weapons. Seven years later he discovered the wonders (and dangers) of falling in love, fragile friendships, and spending too much time overthinking things, and started writing about those instead. His inspirations for writing are his lovely parents and his own (more or less) failed romantic relationships in the past.
He's still writing short stories; partly because he has to earn money, but mostly because words would fester inside him into a jungle of fictional magnificence. He doesn't want that kept inside his head. He wants everyone else to see it.