Categoría: a short stories
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«JUST A PIECE OF IMAGINATION» by Eia Reyes
«JUST A PIECE OF IMAGINATION» by Eia Reyes Imagine a person who’s incredibly imagining you tonight. Picture her wild mind and bursting heart of how she’s in despair right now, thinking of how she would tell ‘I love you’ to you in the most decent way she knows and she…
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Edith Wharton on Ageing by Luisa Zambrotta
American novelist, Edith Wharton, born on 24 January 1862, was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for literature in 1921 for her novel “The Age of Innocence” In 1934, when she was seventy-two, she published her autobiography “A Backward Glance”. [I’ll be seventy-two tomorrow as well.]These are the…
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«Loving You, Eternally» by Myca Paga
«Loving You, Eternally» by Myca Paga I was busy helping my mom and my sister with our food for New Year or as we call it «Media Noche». It’s an annual celebration which we celebrate the coming of the New Year, and with our Filipino tradition, we graced our table…
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Ouija board by Bogdan Dragos
Well, when you’re desperate you’re… “Me,” he said. He was alone in the room and lonely enough to have bought one of those Ouija boards from some old woman who called herself a medium. It was time to try it out. All he hoped for was a sexy ghost that…
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Mercy kill by Bogdan Dragos
When the enemy strikes keep your gun close to you. That worked during the war, but the war was all those years ago and the saying didn’t apply today. Today it was more like when depression strikes keep your ice cream at hand. He got into his slippers and went…
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SO WHAT by Mike Steeden
A strange poem based upon a worn out man, a friend as it happens, whogave up living. For the record, I know he wouldn’t mind me penning this simply because he wanted to leave something, anything at the darkest hour. Please ignore his swear word.In active life he used it…
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ELIZA’S LAST DAY IN MOTHER RUSSIA by Mike Steeden
One wonders if it was love or boredom when Eliza remarked, “I’m off tomorrow as you know, Dmitri. Once I’m across the North Sea we will lose one another forever. A shame, yet a truth, so let us enjoy each other this day,” and with that in mind, it was…
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Who can limit love? by John Coyote
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age… Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love.I told her. Love is like the early morning tide of the sea. You can’t control or stop the flow of the water.You must cherish and…
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Sometimes By Miriam Costa
This pastime I created some steps of writing. Sometimes before I sleep. There were many attempts to fall asleep trying not to take so many steps… take it with me myself so as not to drown in the despair of the hole, where everyone is sleeping, but I awake.I already…
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the veins by Bogdan Dragos
Something wasn’t quite right in this small, barren room. The man sitting across the square table, dressed in a white coat, seemed a little to calm for someone in reaching distance. ‘I could just reach for that bald head and snap the neck real nice,’ he thought as he watched…
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“You Visited Me In My Night Dream” by Precious Magdaleno
“You Visited Me In My Night Dream” by Precious Magdaleno What is this? Why can I see the starlight at night as if it were a tragic masquerade in poetry? Then I found your letter in the graveyard, and it painted my eyes with shades of blue. What is this?…
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NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE by Mike Steeden
Well, I’m back to ‘Blogland’ following a rather gruesome bout of bodily and mind lunacy. It was unpleasant at the time, but fascinating thereafter. Still, I came out the other side OK this time. I shall bore you no more. I trust you are all well…I’ve missed the lot of…
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«Love Letter From The Battlefield» by Bianca Alina
«Love Letter From The Battlefield» by Bianca Alina My dearest, Did you ever love someone so much that you were afraid to let them see the real you? I know I did. I was afraid to let the walls down and uncover my scars. I danced through my sadness, I…
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FAREWELL SAINT PETERSBURG by Mike Steeden
by mikesteeden The pretty young maid, going by the name Eliza, was blessed with ebony hair and olive skin. What is more, she was a Romani gypsy girl born of Mother Russia and a cunning adolescent to boot. Moreover, in her wildest dreams she’d seen herself in a foreign land,…
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Good boy, Kyu by Bogdan Dragos
This morning the pills have not been there. Kitchen, top cabinet, not there. But of course the world wouldn’t explode if he didn’t take the pills for one day. Things were going too fine to slip downhill now. He didn’t need the pills. It actually was like the doctor said,…
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THE YEAR BEGAN WITH A SHORT STORY: Once upon a time, in a city, there was a poet who wrote in a style, no one cared enough to find out [460:2]
Once upon a time, in a city, there was a poet who wrote in a style, no one cared enough to find out. When this poet published his poems, there was a critic who wrote about this poet. The critic wrote in a style, no one cared enough to find…
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