DrunkDrinking his very last drink - again.Drunk2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RevoadaAquele frio que chega e não pode ser impedido. Os que não podem fugir ficam para suportá-lo.Revoada2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mas outros podem escapar e ter um destino melhor, até que o frio migre para alcançá-los e estes tenham que retornar.
The addicting TechnologyI have a problem these days. I don’t know what’s the matter with me, I’ve thought a lot about it. Even now that I’m driving my car I’m thinking about it… when this actually started? I wonder…The addicting Technology2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have a problem, you see.
While reading a book, when I found a nice sentence, I want to “Like” it but after my search for “Like button” fails, I remember I’m in reality now…
While walking on the street, when cars and people make a lot of noise, I want to “Turn Off” the sound but suddenly, I remember this is reality and there is no way to turn the noise down…
Even while writing, I always search for “Enter” and “Space”! And every time, the hardness of pen in my hand remembers me that I’m not using “Word” software…
You see, it’s a serious problem… Maybe I’m sick… or even worse, addicted… but… addicted to what?!
I wonder ho
UntitledUm pequeno sorriso não alegrava sua vida, apenas tímidos momentos do dia a dia, e na timidez do tempo encontrava uma chance de ser feliz.Untitled2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
UntitledAntes mesmo da queda da flor ele percebeu que a mesma, em sua mão, chegaria morta ao piso frio que ela jamais pisaria novamente.Untitled2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
UntitledE lá estava ela, em pé, contra a luz, o vento tocando seu flanco direito, os cabelos curtos esvoaçando como relva fresca ao Sol, o vestido ondulando como a correnteza de um riacho manso.Untitled2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Era assim que passava o pouco tempo livre que tinha, como que esperando pelo retorno daquele que nunca voltaria.
More Than A Protest_Chapter-4_Awakening_Rewrite"I feel fine" She smiled up at him. He smiled back and shivered.More Than A Protest_Chapter-4_Awakening_Rewrite3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She looked him up and down and realized that he was only wearing a tee shirt.
"Where on earth is your coat??" She asked.
He smiled faintly and rubbed his arms before nodding to the 'pillow' beneath her head.
She felt terrible that he was freezing because of her.
"Do you want it back?"
"No, I will be fine. I grew up here, so I am used to the cold."
"But..you just shivered..."
He laughed a little and rubbed his arms again. "Okay, I guess I am a little cold. If you are so observant, why didn't you notice a pretty large statue about to fall on you." He teased.
She blushed a little and sat up on the cot and reached over to give him the jacket, which he put on quickly.
It was still warm from her sleeping on it.
He stood up and put his hand out to help her up.
"So..who was that?" Sasha said after they were up.
"Who was who?"
"The guy on the statue?"
"Oh. That was Vladimir Lenin."
She thought for a moment. "Ohh, isn't that the gu