Tasi83 : Writing

RUN IN HUMANITY YET!

RUN IN HUMANITY YET!

A Poem by Tasi83


I was once a snap of fun, naive childish self-forgetfulness, and happiness, and independent cheering. I did not speak and did not ask the hidden and f..
The romance of meeting

The romance of meeting

A Story by Tasi83


The 30-year-old man deliberately walked out in the last rays of the breaking dawn, a little lonely, with his head bowed. His middle-aged parents wer..
The oddities of life

The oddities of life

A Story by Tasi83


The moment it began to darken outside, his body was icy, frozen in fear. Like when a very small child is told by a seemingly stronger, so dominant par..
The knots of our existence

The knots of our existence

A Poem by Tasi83


Human existence: Gordian bog-knot! You get tense on it if you want it, if not all life-slaps, human blunder and compass-intense! �" It's a..
 I WANT TO HAVE A EXAMPLE OF HER

I WANT TO HAVE A EXAMPLE OF HER

A Poem by Tasi83


I would like to take an example from her who does not give his cheap earthly juss for profit and profit laurels, in whom there is more Humanity t..
Strange bachelorette party

Strange bachelorette party

A Story by Tasi83


A woman may feel a little at her own bachelorette party, as if a crowded camp of Alpha males deliberately wants to challenge her and organize a public..
The tale of the truth teller

The tale of the truth teller

A Story by Tasi83


He felt that he could only have been a traitor at that stupid graduation, which his self-sacrificing, enterprising classmates invented just to enter..
MATURE-HEAT

MATURE-HEAT

A Poem by Tasi83


The curved shadow spread drunk, caressing like a black cat's mustache on the fluttering swan-white house walls! The halo maturity of the summer efferv..
INCREDIBLE REASONS

INCREDIBLE REASONS

A Poem by Tasi83


If all of a sudden your things turned out that way, that the transport of oxygen in the twilight blood tunnels would stop in your calcium and sick bon..
DESCENT

DESCENT

A Story by Tasi83


He has always loved sitting among the aggasty, Methuselah-aged trees of the Károlyi Garden. It was as if he himself was a bit of a tired, livel..