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COULD YOU BE THE ONE?A Story by Tasi83When Bernát first met cat-bunny89, she was wearing a strappy evening dress and clutching a similarly colored dragees bag.The woman in question .. |
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Rebellion of beach divasA Story by Tasi83It is not possible to know for sure if the three best friends actually rushed to the sea so that they could have a real blood girls' party, or only be.. |
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In MemoriamA Poem by AsherIn Memoriam Dear Mr. Killer, Today I thought I saw you. I was walking down the high school’s hall on a tour and saw the table where .. |
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A decade thought wasted, or the dormant sparkA Story by Tasi83In the mirror, there is usually a whale or wombat head, as if a lawnmower is constantly making a circular, spiraling movement, and only clumps of hair.. |
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The narrativeA Poem by avayaConfessional free-verse prose TW: suicide, depression, self-harm |
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Schrodinger's LoverA Poem by toramis thorIt is not much like a poem, but more like prose poetry. |
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MYREA IS ASKINGA Story by Tasi83They would have waited until the morning for the children's shift because of the birthday, but most of the parents - because it was Saturday for some .. |
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THE CURSE OF THE DIETA Story by Tasi83He is once again munching on the ice creams in the refrigerator that is open to the corner. His mother's sullen words keep coming to his mind:"My swee.. |
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God eternalA Story by The_Ancient_RockAbout death... And how love endures through time. |
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I Am What Is MissingA Story by S. G. KellerYou are significant. Even in the most benign of moments, your life has value - you simply have to look for it. |
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On God's Cold ShoulderA Story by AEIf he died that night, then he died alone. |
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Untitled II.A Poem by Quina new york inspired poem |
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BLACK, RED, ANKLESA Story by Tasi83It all started with a silly quarrel, which actually erupted between the two of them because Balázs's literature teacher successfully convinced .. |
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Porcelain pl(f)ateA Poem by emeraldaI contemplate my self worth and try to value it like the objects I see, Maybe it will compare to one of my surroundings Perhaps the garbage can, or.. |
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SPECIAL GUALLERSA Story by Tasi83They were already gathering in the corridor. Nervous wild horses or restless-looking gazelles were walking around in unbuttoned jackets, some were eve.. |
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IllusionsA Poem by KennethExtremely short vent piece from last year (idk what genre this is tbh, but it feels right to say prose poem). |
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F for FreedomA Story by Omikron“A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.”- Franz Kafka.When I was younger, I was practically glued to my bike.B.. |
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Three Pieces from a Complete Confouded. A BookA Poem by Ken Simm.Number 1. These are tasters from my recently published The Complete Confounded. |
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