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Secrets in Short Stories
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Falling, Falling Snow A blonde haired boy trudged sluggishly in the snow. The sky was dark and glum. The only sign of light were the neighborhood's lamp posts, old and rusty they were, but gave off light. He craned his head up to meet the sky. A few snowflakes had begun to drift down onto the earth.

Shaking from the bitter cold of the winter, he bent down and reached out a gloved hand. Len used his index finger to write something into the snow. He painfully smiled at the name.

"R-e-n.." he whispered, trying to hold back tears. 

Snowflakes of various shapes and sizes fell down to the earth, showering it with its frozen whiteness. The snowflakes continued toFalling, Falling Snow in Short Stories
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Bondage Lust in Short Stories
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Chez Bakchiche Chez Bakchiche

As we grow older, we lose a fundamental part of who we are: our identity. We tone it down in places, boost it in others, and even lose part of who we are altogether.
Mark Antony stood on the train, waiting to get out. The old and tired-looking backside wobbled, trying to reach for the suitcase at the bottom of the rack, blocking his way. He did his best to stifle an exasperated sigh as the old lady got up and brought her hat bedecked head into view. She hobbled off, leading the long line of passengers behind her, like a mother hen and her posse of chicks.

Marc looked around the cruddy little station, situated in the middle-Chez Bakchiche in Short Stories
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Missade chanser    
Med en duns släppte han duffeln och räckte henne axelremmen.

"Här har du din väska mamma."

Inne på tåget vände sig hans mor och tog emot den.

"Ha en bra resa." sade han och försökte vinka men stötte i en man på väg in på tåget. Han klev åt sidan och om hans mor hade något svar på hans utrop så missade han det.

Han började gå längs med perrongen mot  bilen som stod parkerad på andra änden av den. Han stannade upp en sekund och såg sin mor gå in i en av tågvagnens kupéer. Han rundade några som stigiMissade chanser in Short Stories
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The train Please, come and take a ride with me, on the train.
He looks at me, unleashing the ruthless, enthralling sheer power of his eyes. His dark, deep eyes. I want him, but I shouldn't. Are his dark eyes warning me to keep away? To stay far away from the darkness and wickedness that consumes his life? Or am I supposed to help him overcome the bad, to rise above it? Is my purpose to serve as a crutch? No, perhaps it is all just a test. A temptation of the forbidden sent straight from the depths of hell. Is there any point in resisting? If I go through with it, am I subject to eternal damnation? Does eternal damnation exist? Lust, they say, is a dThe train in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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Not So Small There's a small pony sitting by a bridge. The air is clear and crystal with small shiny sparkles drifting around in their own way.

A pink flower, glossy in the blue-filtered environment looks exuberant, as it waves stilly next to her foot. She looks into the crystal waters deeply and notices each flash of reflected light, which defines each ridge of the water, flicker past her. She knows that she will never see those same particles again. But she also sees how the light is always staying in the same place, just skipping eratically around wherever the water's bumps are. Like tiny little matchsticks fighting at lightspeed.

But she sits there.Not So Small in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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