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Literature

Four Haikus

Over mother's books In the corners of her shelves Dust has long settled. On a weathered couch Just as seven years ago He sits, watching films. An old childhood friend The life and soul of parties Has passed away. Flu. In the front garden Tall grass, some fading roses, A lack of huskies.

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154 deviations
Literature

Four Haikus

Over mother's books In the corners of her shelves Dust has long settled. On a weathered couch Just as seven years ago He sits, watching films. An old childhood friend The life and soul of parties Has passed away. Flu. In the front garden Tall grass, some fading roses, A lack of huskies.

Featured

36 deviations
Literature

The Fighter and the Blond

The building was eerily quiet, as if all its inhabitants had taken vows of silence. It suited Sara just fine. She felt like a shadow herself, a ghost haunting an elegant Kyoto penthouse. And why not? Surely heads of criminal organizations had beautiful homes that they eventually killed people in. She could be one of the murdered, eventually, if she played her cards wrong. Unless, of course, they were more clever than to kill her in elegant places where her death would draw a lot of attention. Sara was still a bit shaky on the details of such organizations. All of her information came from fiction, which was unreliable as a whole. The thought

Short Stories

19 deviations
Literature

Tale 6: The Boy Princess

He was once a princess who lived in a tower guarded by a dragon - a splendid child, and very proud, like the Virgin among Saints and the Moon among Stars. Ah, what a life he had! All the dresses money could buy, the most doting parents... And also a small, but not entirely negligible, problem. You, dear reader, have probably already guessed what his problem was. There was something that nagged at him, secretly, when he saw that no princess in any book ever had to shave. It also nagged at him to see all of them married to men. And it also nagged at him that they were all girls. But he shoved it aside and lived on. Since it all happened long

Strange Little Tales

6 deviations
Literature

Four Haikus

Over mother's books In the corners of her shelves Dust has long settled. On a weathered couch Just as seven years ago He sits, watching films. An old childhood friend The life and soul of parties Has passed away. Flu. In the front garden Tall grass, some fading roses, A lack of huskies.

Poetry

18 deviations
Sigmund Freud, in your dreams

Photos

48 deviations
Literature

The Fighter and the Blond

The building was eerily quiet, as if all its inhabitants had taken vows of silence. It suited Sara just fine. She felt like a shadow herself, a ghost haunting an elegant Kyoto penthouse. And why not? Surely heads of criminal organizations had beautiful homes that they eventually killed people in. She could be one of the murdered, eventually, if she played her cards wrong. Unless, of course, they were more clever than to kill her in elegant places where her death would draw a lot of attention. Sara was still a bit shaky on the details of such organizations. All of her information came from fiction, which was unreliable as a whole. The thought

Random

28 deviations
Literature

Violence, Barbecue, 1989

C. had been a president since immemorial times, the young man remembered. He had been born during C.'s reign, had loved during C.'s reign, had gone into college and out of college, married and had a child, all under the government of C. and his Communist party. Seeing a queue, the young man would join it, asking timidly what it was that they were selling today. Sometimes it was milk, at other times bread - if you got lucky, there was pork. If you got both lucky and unlucky, it was pork with tons of soy, which wasn't what you were paying for, but you didn't complain, since you got something and that was better than nothing. When the emmigrat

Flash Fiction

2 deviations
Literature

The Affair of Loki and Darcy

Darcy woke up in the middle of the night and decided that what she really, really, really wanted was cocoa. Or grilled salmon. But mostly cocoa. She had awesome cocoa, dark chocolate cocoa, with bio brown sugar to keep her guilt down; whereas she didn't have salmon. So cocoa it was. When she walked into her open living room-slash-kitchen, she saw a shape from the corner of her eye. She turned, saw it was a man, screamed like a little girl and jumped up in the air cartoon-fashion. Then her senses came back to her, she landed back on her legs, took in a breath to say something the lines of 'oh, it's you, gods, you've scared me', noticed who th

Fanfics

11 deviations
Literature

Nothing to Hide: Mihai Rapcea

Once upon a time, there was a man whose name was Mihai Rapcea. He was a lawyer, which is not what heroes of tales that being with 'once upon a time' usually are. But he was one, and for many years that was what defined him for a lot of people. When the yoga school he was part of went through a series of abuses from authorities in 2004, he stood up for it. As a lawyer. When things continued to go bad, he kept being there, occasionally shown on TV, defending the man he believed in, Gregorian Bivolaru. When his opinions about how further actions in the defence of his yoga school should be conducted differed with those of the people who actual

Nothing to Hide

15 deviations
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Scraps

6 deviations