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There was this poster right at the entrance of the room and the words : “Strung out from all this feelings” written with thick bold letters. Coming back to what they have lived it all made sense now.

Posted By Stef On 06.17.2013 @ 10:56 am

Even though he was there before, he had no idea about what was about to happen to him. The wrath of all gods all striking upon him. A little bit more than his body could ever imagine to hold. Still he was up for it, fantasizing about a small hit he could sneak on his way running out of the battle field.

Posted By Stef On 06.14.2013 @ 9:09 am

It wasn’t easy I can tell you that. I watched it for like several ours. The structure. Everything we have built. It was slowly decomposing right in front of my very eyes. The only witness. No one will ever believe me, it was indeed a night of horror.

Posted By Stef On 06.11.2013 @ 2:41 pm

I am not taking this to the producer! he shouted after seeing the montage. he felt like all he has worked for was falling apart. There was still a hope though. A phone call he received the night before, gave him hope, it was his only chance now.

Posted By Stef On 06.07.2013 @ 3:24 am

“Those old pictures?” I thought you’d forgot all about them, she smiled just when Lucas picked up a pile of collages photos with her at the seaside. She had the chance to see herself once again like she was back then. Mesmerizing.

Posted By Stef On 06.06.2013 @ 2:36 am

It was a common thing in their community, their sisterhood I might say, whenever someone like her appeared wearing such a nice skirt, absolutely everybody went mad. She slowly escaped all the attention by hiding behind the black curtain. She needed that.

Posted By Stef On 06.02.2013 @ 5:14 am

The clock on the wall showed it was about time for dinner. The big line was oblique pointing towards the place where the number two should of been if only time or who-knows what hadn’t erased it.

Posted By Stef On 05.29.2013 @ 3:46 am

without giving it a second thought she delves for the fish, even though the boat was far away from shore. She waited for this moment the whole day. But just then the sound of the big ship entering the port scared her. All wet now, swimming but with a smile on her face. She knew they were going to meet again once she reaches the land.

Posted By Stef On 05.27.2013 @ 10:50 pm

Not the best idea to put himself in the way of her shattered heart. Just before night time, she used to call him. That’s exactly the moment when they kept bumping into each other on the street. Nothing planned, no intentions, just destiny.

Posted By Stef On 05.27.2013 @ 4:02 am

The first girl who appeared for the role wasn’t so good looking. She stopped right in front of the “CASTING for 25 years old college girls with pony tails and freckles”. She was probably thinking this was yet another audition for some sort of erotic/porno flick. She was once again scared, thinking if it was worth all the trouble.

Posted By Stef On 05.22.2013 @ 8:25 am

“Fire” yelled the captain, and the little soldier trying really hard to act serious jumped for the catapult. It was just like he imagined. The field, the toy soldiers, even the rifles. A childhood memory coming to life.

Posted By Stef On 05.20.2013 @ 6:41 pm

Riots, life on the road, the bloody bottle of hennesy that seems to never end. All the pretty ladies all over them incredible places. Jumping from the stage into the arms of your fans. The good life. On tour. Life of a rocker.

Posted By Stef On 05.16.2013 @ 1:26 am

They do not know the real meaning of what has just happened. Nobody really does. All that they could do is hide the dust underneath the rug, like some silly little taboo. They are definitely the kind of people I do not want around.

Posted By Stef On 05.14.2013 @ 6:44 am

burning. passions and desires. the wishes. to be noticed, popular, successful. nothing. life is burning. from the overcooked ramen on the stove.

Posted By Stef On 05.05.2013 @ 6:03 pm

The clasp was hanging at the entrance right next to his winter jacket. What a good place to put such a precious trophy. He was a fighter. His family knew it. His friends knew it and it was obvious that he wanted everyone who stepped into his home to know it.

Posted By Stef On 04.28.2013 @ 9:11 am

He sat in the electric chair. These were his last moments. He thought about the trial, the “innocent until proven guilty,” about his legitimate alibi. He was innocent. But he was losing his life. Someone was going free.

Posted By Stef On 04.26.2013 @ 6:53 pm

Did he smudged the white paper just to see how it feels after? Or was it because everyone else kept pushing him to do it? Leaving a trace, filling an empty space, maybe that’s what he was after

Posted By Stef On 04.03.2013 @ 5:38 am

All the cities have their own attitude and spirit. Beograde wasn’t any different. Colors, buildings, streets and people they were all telling a beautiful story. Was it love, hate, revenge, joy or maybe hope the feeling behind it, I was to find out soon.

Posted By Stef On 03.18.2013 @ 12:42 am

The bullet didn’t lodge far into his arm — he could still see it — but it sure hurt like hell. He ripped the bottom of his shirt off with his teeth and wrapped it around his arm in a makeshift tourniquet. The blood oozed through the light blue fabric, causing his stomach to turn in his abdomen.

Posted By Stef On 02.27.2013 @ 7:32 am

The bleeding wound was capturing all of my attention. The pain was almost unbearable. Then some sort of magic happened. The dust turned into small diamond sand under the touch of my very blood. Blue sand. Like silk.

Posted By Stef On 02.27.2013 @ 3:28 am

The salesman stared at him thinking that he would eventually find some money in his pocket to pay for the whole thing. He waited and waited and waited. After a very long two minutes of listening to the clocks ticking he finally got mad and picked up the phone. In the very same moment he slamed on the table a small note with the thick black letters written on it: TIME IS UP! *

Posted By Stef On 02.07.2013 @ 11:24 pm

Getting to know the systems. The insides. Nothing could go wrong now. He was waiting just outside the main black gate when a strange character came in and asked if there was anything that the delivery boys forgot to take. He said no and stared with a fixed look at the red button that said “don’t push me”

Posted By Stef On 02.02.2013 @ 10:47 am

Destroy whatever you might find unnecessary. Even if it is not yours. Why create? The easy way is to destroy.

Posted By Stef On 01.20.2013 @ 8:13 am

i can teach you everything i know. but will it be worth it if you never pass on that knowledge?

Posted By stef On 11.07.2012 @ 2:10 am

my feet hit the ground rhythmically, one, two, three…

Posted By stef On 11.06.2012 @ 2:21 am

Does he usually play this song he asked while the music was capturing the general attention. No, this is a special night. It’s the one night when he is aloud to play this song and he makes the most of it. He loves the way it makes him fade into the background.

Posted By Stef On 02.10.2013 @ 3:26 pm

I’m supossed to write about this word i don’t know how to describe. So let’s do it. It’s the thing you have when you don’t drink enough water or something. It’s that right?

Posted By Stef On 08.31.2012 @ 11:31 am

The young boy tugged on the old man’s overalls. “Grandpa?” “Yes?” “Your overalls have holes in them,” the boy pointed to his grandfather’s knee. “They’ve had their share of workin’ days.”

Posted By Stef On 07.07.2012 @ 6:28 pm

I’m not sure I even know what this word means. I try to focus on the idea that brief describes a kind of men’s underwear. Because men’s underwear is a much more fun thing to think about than the idea of brevity of time. Because nobody wants anything to be brief, really. Not even this experience.

Posted By Stef On 06.12.2012 @ 6:33 pm

“A treaty?” She asked. He nodded. “Like…peace?” He nodded again. “Really?” “What?” “You’re going to try to guarantee peace. Like, we’re countries or something.” “I love you. I don’t ever want to fight with you.” “Okay,” she said, and signed his piece of notebook paper, scrawled with the words “We will never fight. Ever.”

Posted By Stef On 06.05.2012 @ 3:22 pm