Five old stories you might not have read.

It just dawned on me: Most of you, my dear readers, are reading the latest stuff, while the old Flash Fictions I wrote--during March, for instance--are getting progressively buried in the bottom of a big pile that increases each and every day. So, just in case you missed them, lemme present you with a quick... Continue Reading →

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I know. Another aspiring writer.

Please be welcome. I'm hoping you're sitting right now, you know, so you can get comfortable because this will be quite the emotional trip. Nah, just kidding. Let's start with laying down some facts. The first time I sat on a chair and wrote was at age fourteen. That's twenty years ago! I wanted to... Continue Reading →

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Clueless

This is part 22 in a series of short stories. If you wish to read it from the beginning, please do so by clicking here.   Three days passed since that crazy moment back at Amy Lee’s, and for obvious reasons, mom’s suspicious. “You’ve been isolated in your room for days.” She says, extending a... Continue Reading →

Game changer

This is part 21 in a series of short stories. I invite you read this story from the beginning by clicking here.   As you probably envisioned, this is not the hopeless, boring and lonely summer I thought it would be when Sabrina told me she was going back to Russia. I made a couple... Continue Reading →

A REVOLUTION OF NEWS!

Yes, I know. I had you guys abandoned for a long time. And this is where I tell you guys how horrible have these past two weeks been for me, how busy I was, and how I survived some illness or accident. BUT, I don't like clichés. Except for Teleman, that is. If you've been... Continue Reading →

E-mail for Layla

Sabrina Shevanikova – <sabshev@mailnook.com> For laylay14 12:46 (Two hours ago) My dear Layla:   How are you doing? I know you’re more into reading than you are into writing, but I kind of expected mail from you sooner, so I guess I should give you a little push. I’m hoping that you’re alright without your... Continue Reading →

Hairdo

“Can I dye my hair?! Please! Say yes!” There’s a pause. Mom sighs a sigh for the legends. “As long as you don’t come back home with grandma-gray hair, Layla.” I’m again at Amy Lee’s house, talking to mom on the phone. I have her on speakers so Amy Lee and Jude can hear. The... Continue Reading →

My own guitar

The gist of the situation at hand: I want to spare you the details of Sabrina’s departure. Two reasons for this. The first, it was just a normal farewell at a normal airport on a normal Monday afternoon. It didn’t start to rain to signify the importance of each other’s loss, or anything else of... Continue Reading →

Podruga

Life usually has many of those… how do people call them? Ah, yes. Breaking points. My most recent breaking point was two nights ago, when Sabrina tried to hit on me. I mean, let’s work on this for a bit so you know the whole impact this brings to my life. First of all, I... Continue Reading →

Amy Lee & Jude – Part III

“Hey. Don’t forget Layla here is still underage.” Jude looks at me and releases Amy Lee’s lip, and a hint of pink creeps to her pale face. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I got carried away.” I feel like I probably should say something, but for some reason I can’t find my words. I need to... Continue Reading →

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