sunday photo fiction
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Since she was a little child, she enjoyed feeling the wind hit her face. Any breeze or stronger wind, she’d run outside, stretch her arms and open up her chest in order to feel the moving air touching her skin, making her hair dance, cleansing her. Then one day, out of a sudden she realized Read more
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They were brothers, and as brothers they kind of love each other. But they also had their differences, and sometimes those differences would be so big that the love seemed more like hatred for those who would see them arguing. One day they had a disagreement. One of the big ones. It was so, so, Read more
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He hated Shakespeare! No one ever knew why, but he did, indeed. Maybe it was the fact that he had to study all of those plays and sonnets at such a tender age. With the thou’s and thy’s and all those fancy old words that no one speaks anymore. Then, when he went to drama Read more
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It was a small apartment building. 3 floors, 2 apartments on each. Mrs. Bayle has been there since forever, the oldest tenant in the building. She was the one who kept the flowers hanging at the porch. The building was not a masterpiece of architecture, all white, old, non-attractive. She kept the flowers to beautify Read more
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“Mommy, mommy, look! The tree and bushes are catching fire! Look, they’re all yellow and red and orange.” “Oh, sweetie-pie, that’s not fire, it’s the leaves changing color for autumn.” “Changing color?” “Well, every year we have 4 seasons. Remember Winter? We went skiing and built a snowmen?” “Yeah, it was cold!” “In Winter there were Read more
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“Hey Martha, they are holding the doughnut contest again this year. How about we participate this time? I even got an idea of how to make it.” “That’s cool. Yeah, let’s do it. What’s your idea?” “A pothole doughnut!” “Huh????” “Yeah, we can make a big, big doughnut, then make it look like a street Read more
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