Darling, my saccharine darling; the short-lived euphoria I felt when we met extruded a poem or two that weakened your knees and made you vertiginous; we spent a few days waking up together and now you are in love.



Please don't keep on saying you love me; that poor statement is so... abused.



Oh no, you furious lady, now you say you hate me; but, hate is so... impolite.



I never said I loved you, did I?



Even if I did, my dear naivetess... if you… Continue

The last time I was dying did not hurt this much; less pain resided inside of me back then.

Just before you die, all the sediments of pain raise and morph into a whirlwind which only intent is to leave you. That separation hurts even more than harboring the anguish, but this time I endure. After the agony of the detachment is over, the pain is gone. If I could feel, I would rejoice. But, I can not; I am gone, too.

The first question she popped out caught her new friend off guard; or... did it? She could not read people's faces that well back then, especially not a face like his, but however he behaved or whatever he said would not have mattered that much; she had already decided that the only interesting person she saw since they came here will become her new friend.



"Why are you black?"



"Wow, that's a good question; well, my mom was black and my dad was black; I guess that is why I… Continue

One day, as my awareness of the external world grew over a certain point, I have noticed a peculiar thing: they called it “coffee”. Coffee was embodied in mini black holes of a specific smell that grown ups gravitated towards in their daily get-togethers. Upon a closer inspection I have noticed that coffee was a blackish liquid with brown foam on top. They used to drink it from small cups - that previously established source of the strong gravitational force. Grown ups; a mysterious drink;… Continue

I am new as a member here. One of my six sentences stories was published here before.



I have read a few stories from other members earlier and I liked, even - loved quite a few. I am sometimes shy to comment, but then, everyone appreciates a feedback, and people from this community seem to be really nice and are often constructive in their comments. I will try my best and be less shy… Continue