Short stories, long meaning.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
My 16th Shame
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“I used to call you “my air” since you were literally the best kind of oxygen, I have ever inhaled…” I wrote this in my diary, slightly...
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
My Air
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It was their third fight when she decided to break it. She couldn’t’ handle it anymore. “Oh, the frustration is unbearable”, she said....
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Monday, April 15, 2019
A Repairman Requested
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A Repairman Requested One of the moments that a young adult may never forget is the moment of the “talk”. “Make sure Angelica, tha...
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Monday, March 18, 2019
Another Dimension
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My stories are like the heat of a fire. You look at it and you wonder, what is this orange, goldish and red power in front of your eyes. ...
Thursday, February 14, 2019
US of A
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“What’s the problem with just blue and white, Sarah?” my psychiatrist asked me, trying to understand the madness behind my words. It was j...
Monday, January 28, 2019
My Detested Frost
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You chased, you gave, you wanted, you cared, you prayed, breathed, wished, hugged, kissed… You cried, you broke, you ached, you bit your...
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Thursday, January 3, 2019
Lucy
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You have a real fine girlfriend. She is everything you have ever wished for. She has long black hair, soft skin, long legs. Her beautiful ...
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