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FLASH FICTION “SCHIZONIMPHISM”
Franjo said he’ll buy the condoms himself.Entered. That’s a lovley condom place you have. How many in a packet. “Three”. “Oh,thanks, I’ll take all three of them. Bye.But as he exited the place, he ran out of his pace. His heart swollen poped up like anexplosion. He thought he was going crazy. But nah, he Continue reading
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Poem “First sin”
Virginity is a sinCardinal, so to speak.Let it all out, let it leak.So we might forevermoreFreedom shout. Continue reading
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Poem “Shimmer”
I fell apartBecause a shimmer Did my soul darkNo more, no moreWill they See my lightly spark. Continue reading
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Poem “F. W.”
Finnegan woke,It was his worst day ever.He found out he was a book.What he mistook, only his look.Ugly be, pretty don’t see. Continue reading
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Poem “Weary night”
Black is the weary night,Hold on tight For your sight.Darkness overtakesAnd whatever it takes…That it something of itOut there makes – Be sure of it! Continue reading
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Poem “Shone”
Wicked, wicked something, this way comes.This morning, the Sun, again shone. Forever more,I beg of thee, never again over the mountain come, Thee. Continue reading
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Poem “Mess”
I’m such a glory messDon’t think of me less.I always feel helpless,That’s my only cross to bearI swear. Continue reading
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Poem “Rebel”
İ rebel against Father,Wage a war on all of his.Will I win or lose in the endall of this.I must be in spotSo the target is not lost.What I do the most?Aquire the things lost.For what cost?Freedom. Continue reading
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Flash fiction “Feliks Mihajlo Krvopijac Maglopijac”
What a guy. When he was little he knew only to curse. Especially to grown ups, because hewanted to grow up quick. Very quick. Did not like to be bossed around.He endured till he was legal. Fucking messing around with other peoples minds till he was.What was he after? The slavic kid, they called him. Continue reading
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Poem “Vows”
There’s many vows, in our World. Many, yet still unheard. Use a feather from the ground – your love Will yet to be unbound. Still you hear Natures sound. Civil, culture – try walking on the ground, hear steps poping up, spirals carry us way, way down. Wear your self made Crown, Bright and shinefull Continue reading
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