Stories

Marystown

Bit One (bears are fast, really fast) Beethoven has always been my favorite composer and pianist, music in general a passion. Not being able to play a single instrument myself, I appreciate those who can and just enjoy listening. I was introduced to Beethoven for the first time after relocating to Marystown, Newfoundland. This was 1970, the same year James Taylor released Fire & Rain. Moving around was not unusual for me, my father’s work…

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Poetry Stories

Who is that person in the mirror?

No one, not your parents, not your friends, not the audience that you pass on daily in your life will ever know the true self inside of you, none of them will see the person you see in the mirror, not until that one faithful day. But until that day has come you will change your costume, you will change your mask you will change your make up, your shoes, your hats, your eyes, your…

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Sunshine Grave

Wait for the sun to shine down upon me. I want to feel the warmth I felt when I was still a child, when paradise was in a jar and when the sun made me free. Now I can’t see, I can’t see the world that’s in front of me. But I can tell, I can tell that the sun is doing well. Didn’t feel it for a while, but I know it warms them…

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Its an unwritten story

Every dream I had is now gone. Reality is something that feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up,but I know,I know that a nightmare is still a dream, a dream that is bad right now but it shouldn’t stay bad for long. in the blink of an eye it can all change, one thought is enough to change it. But does that mean that I need to change as a whole. I need to…

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Why did I wake up? : Prologue

Prologue: Life works in mysterious ways and no one was able to find out how it exactly works, but hey at least we can categories someones life in many ways. If I would try to fit my life in a category I would head directly to the romantic-comedy section. Its not that I hate my life or anything, in the contrary I enjoy myself here. In my room, safe from the outside things that could…

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Shoes

I will never be perfect, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to find the perfect one. This thought goes on and on in my mind no matter what happens to me in life, and when I think I found the prefect person she corrects me and shows me what a big mistake I made. Does my happiness depend from someone else? Oh another thought that wanders constantly into my mind, could you believe…

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Memories

The look that could melt me away, the touch that could blow me away and the voice that was admired by the angels. She was now so close to me, our lips almost touching, I don’t even know what to do. My heart races like crazy, I can’t even move anymore. I am to close to give up but I just cant move , my heart, my heart just beats like crazy. One look, one…

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Wolf Tears: Prologue

Have you ever seen the wind blow away a rainy day? Well I didn’t , but I so wished to see it one day. Born under the star of the sufferer, on 6th of January, a horrible weather outside, a day for my fathers pride, but there he stood holding me, a tear of joy followed by a tear of agony. One by one the tears dropped on me, the day I was brought into…

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Short Tales of A Tall Guy : Yogurt is the devil in the morning

It was a really rough morning , I was woken up by the sound of my neighbors banging the hammer violently on some poor piece of metal. Of course they did it with ill intent to crush that metal piece into smaller pieces and not to take away my beauty sleep, some people are just like that. I walked outside my room to the terrace and looked down at my cat laying in the middle…

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