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I am Debra…

  He was a bit dizzy and far from steady on his feet. One drink… He only needed one drink to stop his hands from shaking. Beer, wine, cider, liquor… Anything would do the trick, he just needed it now. One hand pressed on the bed, to keep his balance, he pulled the wires attached…… Continue reading I am Debra…

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The peddler…

Previously posted on November 20th of 2016 It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the…… Continue reading The peddler…

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Vessel…

  They say What you see is what you get! But don’t be fooled when you look my way. You might see this more than average woman, not beautiful, nor especially ugly. Not dressed to get your attention, no make up, no flashy jewelery. Not speaking loud when speaking at all. I blend in the crowd,…… Continue reading Vessel…

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Visit to the village…

Most of his words had, and never would leave his home in the woods. She still tried to understand why he didn’t have greater ambition for his tales. He probably didn’t doubt all the books he had stacked on the many shelves of the house could have a certain success. Everything he had already published…… Continue reading Visit to the village…

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The hermit – part 8

  The water dripped in the kitchen sink, steadily enough to annoy her. Plop… Plop… Plop… She got up and tried to stop it without much success. All she seemed able to do was to change the rhythm of the drops falling, and she soon gave up, swearing to herself. Looking around, she picked the…… Continue reading The hermit – part 8

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The artist…

  Bright white canvas standing in the middle of the room, longing to become a story. My hands, queezing out the paint, like anecdotes, not quite interesting on their own, but intriguing when intertwined… I run the silky brushes’ hair on my palm, tickling the dormant artist in me. I mix the colors slowly. Memories…… Continue reading The artist…

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The hermit – part 7

  How had she managed to even get there? Wrapped in her raincoat, she felt uneasy sitting on the park bench. The recent shower had driven most people away, but there were still too many pedestrians going about, to her liking. What if someone she knew walked past her? What if someone randomly stopped to…… Continue reading The hermit – part 7