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Not all those who wander are lost

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

"Nostalgia on sale. The ocean of replayed déjà vu lists has reached drought. I'm never going to come back to be your sand my prim hour g..

Renaissance of the essence

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

Framed porcelain shutters have seized the ravens away. Dawn rests. Zillion hoar molecules on her cheekbones."A paralyzed scythe covers my eyes. My iri..

Crimson crime

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. ~Mahatma Gandhi

Requiem for a scream

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

I've never used to write down glorified and symmetrical observations about the great loss of obstacles.My smoked viscera did it instead.I may not fear..

To be or... whatever

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

I bought my first frustration in front of a white clock with hands that avoid transience.Lukewarm stimulus was shaking my salto into the random. Swing..

Freezed motion

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

"I have danced on the last skyscraper. Every brick seemed curious about my final pirouette. The sirens seemed melodic and balanced with the great wand..

Carpe diem

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

Chopsticks in her hair. A pipe in his mouth. Stuffed moles joining the scratched wall next to Warhol cans and LPs of indignant Didgeridoo players. S..

Pseudo delirium effect

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

Restless parades of upcoming doubts are shooting my introspective soldier with blanks.Cracked lips are now struggling with pseudo consternation scream..

Aurora

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

"The urge to be a pilgrim created the constellation. It was meant to never reach the destination. Rain drops will never reach the end of the window th..

The silence of the superficial

A Story by Jeannette Lunete

The dew above the thorns of coming presages is melting the great silkiness of insouciance away.The man with the licoric fist is coming down the spiral..