Modern Boundaries
"I would rather adjust my life to your absence
than adjust my boundaries to accommodate your disrespect"
Found Poem
I felt I fulfilled my purpose
but something was missing
in my spy service
It felt like it was missing
some nuclear weapons
like an atomic bomb
or something like that.
The Fresh Gentleman
The Glade spray always got my attention
because “he” lives near the sink.
Even if his presence is very important to our community,
I may be the only member who notices this magnificent object.
His refreshing presence is a perfect combination of odor and disinfectant killer.
And, don’t be fooled, his kind can both help and harm.
Once, when I was young, I found this urbane
object sitting on the bathroom shelf.
The suave monument invited me to use him.
Impulsively, I picked him up and sprayed my eyes.
At first, I smelled mint air, but then the air bit my eyes.
When I went to see my mom, I couldn’t see anything.
Yes, that’s right. My eyes were stuck together.
From that moment, I learned that mint air in my eyes was bad.
And that gentleman, most of the time, doesn’t act as they should.
Flash Fiction
The dark wolf choked the bright lantern with his sweaty breath.
It was his turn to turn off the light, but he was only a beginner.
All wolves had to do it when they grow up.
It was a ritual that packs had to do, to become the strongest.
Right now he was the only one left and if he didn’t do it right, then the wolves of the pack would lose their minds becoming sheep. It was very easy to switch off a lantern with the breath, but for some reason, Lualou couldn’t do it.
This was his last try… And he did it! Thanks for watching National Wolf Geographic! See you next time
In Time
Even at his average age, Erza jazzed springing into the billiard room starting a dirty fantasy
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It was time for her to get out there
Patience my child
In time you will discover what you do not want
And at that point
All you need to do is run the opposide way
South Africa
“South Africa, 2010”
“What’s ya talking about?”
“It’s said on the envelope”
“Then open it!”
I opened the envelope with care. Pictures of me and my family run out of the bag that was holding them. You could see me on the beach running as fast as possible, then me at school with my classmates and then another with me on my balcony.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know… oh wait, there’s a letter” I held the piece of paper in my hands and started to read out loud “I know where you live, where you go to school, your habits and everything that you do all day”
My phone rang and I picked it up. “Hello?”
“So you did received it, huh?
“Who is this?”
“It’s me your best friend. Do you like the title? These are the pictures that we are going to use in the trailer…”
“Wait what?”
I finally remembered that we had to prepare a trailer for a movie.
“Huuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
04.02.2014
Through my window of my old bedroom that I only used when I was young, I see me and my best friend Giorgia. A 8 years old girl who had long blonde hair that arrived to rear end, me, and a 9 years old girl who had short brown hair and eyes that showed rebellion, but her personality was completely opposite, Giorgia. Our personalities were very different, like a calm cow to a wild cricket. I was the rebellion one and she was the hippy calm one. I always wanted to be the rebellious one, but in the deep I was a little fragile girl that hided using the barrier of hair. Giorgia was the calm and hippy who got her point through right when she needed. Giorgia was the one that helped me becoming like the one that I am now. After I finished middle school, I cut my hair and I changed my glasses, I was ready to go to a new country with a new start.
Once we were running through the forest. We thought that we were professional runners so we were
How to be Spies
This is a guide that tells all the missions that me, Eleonora Fallabrino, was in. My unique spy name is Swaggatron. Please bare with me, this is an important mission.
“Hello?” … “Swaggatron is speaking” … “Somebody here?”
“Yes sir, what mission are you on?”
“Mission 9340, the Man just got into Ingles…”
“I’m writing down, sir. Can you please continue the description?”
“Yes, He is directing himself to the veggies section”
“Ok, sir. Please follow him.”
“I think I need to do some shopping I was eating only energy bars these days.” … “Let me see, he just got the cauliflowers and carrots, he is getting a salad. What magic potion is he going to do? Umm… Let me see… He can go home and destroy the whole world with just a carrot and the power that he has in his body.”
“Yes sir, but we know that you are not going to allow it, right?”
“Yes, I won’t make him do it.” “From what I read from the files that you gave me, this morning he was busy making breakfast for his two sons. His irritation, because he couldn’t cut an apple, was to the top. He was jealous of his wife now, she always cut apples with tenderness. He always hated to be the only one unable to cut an apple and he always hoped to be just like his wife, but he know that that is never going to happen.
The other day, while he was looking out the window, sadness and passion passed through his blue eyes. The fear of going shopping in public persecuted him. There was some hostility and irritation in the way that he saw the ladies that pulled the carts that he couldn’t even tell what it was. Loads of times he felt gratitude because his two sons went to the grocery instead of him. He was proud of hi two sons that always took his place, but today was different. I wonder why is he going shopping… did his wife scold him or did his two sons fell ill? Maybe it’s because he is buying so many things from that shell. His confusion and his desire to know what he had to buy was not a light thing. Everyone in that row noticed his uneasiness on choosing the correct species on the shelf. You could see the same shame that you could notice when he was peeling the apple.
When he will return home I can imagine the happiness and the excitement that he will have on his face when he will say, “Home oh home”. The only thing that I would not imagine is the forgiveness on his wife’s face because he didn’t buy the right ingredients. He will hope that the hostility of his wife will go away sometime in the day, but his wife will hate him with such a passion that I even am surprise to have some sympathy for him. I’m worried that his jealousy and loneliness will make him have a restless longing for something that will make him have a curiosity to have revenge over his suspicious wife.
In the grocery shop, now I cannot not notice his love, fondness and contentment that his face has. He finally founded the last ingredient, all by himself.
In the car he didn’t notice my presence. His resignation and despair to arrive home and saying that he couldn’t find one of the most important ingredients to his wife made me feel the grief and the guilt because I didn’t help him.
When he arrived home, his look in his eyes changed he had to look as indifferent possible, his eyes full of apathy. His wife appeared around the corner…
Longing
I was sitting there with a terrible desire, a crazy desire to do what? In the end I didn't know it myself. I went to my room, and I immediately saw the mess that was lying there. Pillows, sheets, mattress toppers and clothes were scattered here and there. I could not take any more of it. I jumped on the bed. I was hungry, so I went down to eat something, but my desire not went away. “What is it?” I started to ask myself as I walked on in the deserted corridor trying to find something that would make my desire go away. After having spent a good half an hour poking around at random things that I found, I finally decided to go back to my room to meditate what it was that I would miss. I was there, lying on the bed, hoping to find something interesting to distract myself on the ceiling. Suddenly I found myself having a thirst that could even devour the longest and deepest lake that ever existed. I went down again hoping to find the thing that my mind and my body were looking for. I opened the fridge. There were a coke, pepsi, doctor pepper, water, sprite and orangina, etc. But something was missing in that fridge full of every drink possible to find in a supermarket. There were every frizzy drink that were invented and a ton of water, but the thing that I was looking for, was not in the friendly drink community. I knew that I had to have it. I finally know what I was looking for. I need it, I desire it, I have to have it!