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VALENTINE FROM MY OWN POINT OF VIEW
For a long time, Valentine's Day always made feel awkward to the point of not knowing how to describe what I felt. Not angry. Not bitter. Just……
THE EMPTY SEAT
The bus was not empty, it was in a strange place, but not too full, so everyone could be scattered out as though you did not really want anybody to have you. An unoccupied seat…
Where The Empty Parts Go.
The sign was something that had been hanging there for long as I could remember VACANCY.... The white letters on a faded background were really something. One bulb was…
Everything I Swallowed (Creative Non-Fiction)
Dear Reader, Years ago, I was eighteen and she was seventeen. They were both seventeen. We sat in her father’s living room planning what we wanted to do with our lives.…
CNF - A Story Of Unspoken Things
There are some memories that don't make noise or announce itself with drama, they just come quietly and stay heavy and stubborn in the chest. so this is one of those memories, as…
Matar a Elena (Ficción) /ES-EN
Cuando ella le dijo que ahora tenía un nuevo novio, William supo que iba a matarla. No fue un impulso eléctrico ni un arrebato de esos que…
I AM A PROUD SON
When i hear people talk about last moments, they imagine a dramatic speech, or some perfectly chosen words, or long emotional confessions. My own experience was nothing…
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