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Fading memory… (October 16th)

    I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to…… Continue reading Fading memory… (October 16th)

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Pulling the plug…

Staring at the plug once again… I’ve been there before. I don’t really want to. I really don’t want to… I have to, though. Face to face with the fridge, there is no turning back this time! Well, I do have to return behind it to pull the plug and call it a go. Alright,…… Continue reading Pulling the plug…

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Just words…

  When writer’s block got the best of her, she tried hiding from any for of reading for a while. Not as a revenge, for her lack of inspiration, but simply because she knew she was too fragile and enclined to steal bits and pieces of other people’s stories to fuel her own imagination… She…… Continue reading Just words…

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Meeting you… Again.

  She sat in the park, by herself, as usual. The madness of the city roared nearby, but in this special little spot by the canal, she always felt at peace. And that’s all she needed, peace. She sat in silence, watching both locals and foreigners passing her by. She wasn’t what you’d call messy, but…… Continue reading Meeting you… Again.

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Mountain man… (Part four)

Previously posted June 11th, 2016   I called your name from the opening of the front door. It was unlocked when I arrived, and that was odd, since you were terrified of strangers breaking in at any time of day or night…  You didn’t respond, which seemed even stranger. I called a second time, almost…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part four)

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Mountain man… (Part two)

Previously posted May 27th 2016.   You were standing in the living room. -You are not  coming. You stayed still. No twitch, no pouting, not even the beginning of a question as to why I didn’t want you to tag along. To say the truth, I probably would have been disapointed in your lack of…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part two)

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Fading memory…

  If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…

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An evening out at the theater…

  “Meet me for the 9 O’clock presentation.” She knew he would know which movie to choose, as she sat in the room. She was a little early, and she wondered if he would come. He hadn’t confirmed, nor had he refused the invitation. He liked keeping his options open. He probably wanted to join…… Continue reading An evening out at the theater…

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Fading memory…

  If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…

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Russian roulette… (3)

Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)