The Only Thing That Is Matter… (part 1)

Hi! I decided to share with you the first page of this “long story.” (Long, because, well, it’s longer than my usual short stories. ^^) So here it is, and I hope you’ll like it! :)

I know that most of the life changing story doesn’t start like that, but I wanted to pee. So I raised my hand and interrupted my teacher’s speech about history. His name was Mr. John and I knew he will let me go, because he was just that cool. Continue reading

A soldier’s letter

Hello, everyone! :) I’m working on a short story series project right now, and I’ll post the first part of it, soon. Before that, I decided to share a letter with you which I’ve once written for my history class. 

I also wanted to warn you that I’m not a perfect letter writer. and because of that reason, please, be gentle! :) :P So here’s the letter from a soldier in a war. I wrote it, of course, from a man point of view, who has written it for his wife. So I hope you’ll like it! (Oh, and let me know if you have any question!) Continue reading

That Rude Boy

James Patrice was a fan of the computer; he couldn’t live without it. He wanted to be a genius. A computer genius. However there was something or someone else he wanted so much. A girl he liked, or loved. But she didn’t want him. Obviously, because he was a little rude to everybody. As he was crazy, too. A few days ago he saw a man in his house; the man was watching him with serious and happy eyes. The question is that why was he so happy? Why?

Then he knew. The strange man was laughing at him, because he knew the future. He knew what was going to happen; he knew that the computers will leave him alone. And it bothered him so much.

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The Little Dwarf

The word being afraid is one of the most scariest things in the world, because we want to fight it, but we sometimes just can’t, and then we let it win. As I did that all the time. But how couldn’t I? The possibilities for me was worse from the average people. Cause I was a weirdo. A dwarf and I knew perfectly that people won’t understand me, and they will even think that I’m just a little kid. Or a baby.

I’m seventeen years old, but they still think that. And the worse of all that when I’m looking at the mirror, I can understand why they’re thinking in that way. Because I do look like a little baby who isn’t belong to a high school. Maybe not even for a middle school.

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The Bad Singer Who Won Because of Her Voiceless

Nobody liked my song. I knew that, but I didn’t care about it. I just cared about one thing. The offense from my family. Or just from my bother. When he said that he’s getting sick of my voice. I felt weak and powerless. My thought was always around his actions.

Why is he do that? Why is he want to hurt me all the time?

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The thing is with magic’ and romance’ connection that as ones once have said, “The love is the most powerful magic between all of them.”


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