Selfish Death

Selfish Death

Who can tell it? Oh yeah! How selfish! The desire to die is so strong sometimes, when the life seems so unbearable that one only can think in disappear and rest. But that’s a passing feeling, that comes when I’m down in the hole of my deep depression. It will pass. I...

Difficult Difference

She was taller than the rest of us. I can’t remember her name, but I can see her face, always frightened, with her eyes looking around, a little lost, as searching for help. She had trouble understanding simple words. I had trouble too. But my case was different. I...
Sad Bicycle

Sad Bicycle

His first bicycle had been green, and he had had to share it with his three sisters. It was a Christmas present. The only gift of the year for all of them. It was really great. They usually had small toys as presents. But that year was different. They entered as...

I’m sad

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said. I’m sad today. This post is also sad. Sometimes keep quiet is the best thing you can do. As a reporter, I had to protect the...

Sad shadows

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call. So this write about anything prompt is gonna by weekly? Dangerous. I have no...
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