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Perder la cabeza por amor

I was in the market one Saturday morning, I didn't plan to stay long because I only have few things to buy, I thought I would meet those women selling fish and pepper at the entrance of the gate, buy what

The lines between reality and fantasy blur as Andy transforms into a magical being.

I was thinking about last week's flood event before I noticed this week's ZAPFIC Monday challenge prompt "shower". Although weather reports warn to stay vigilant, many take unnecessary risks

Chapter 48: Who Am I? In the cult’s underground city, Angelo was still in the laboratory monitoring Julio. Julio was still unresponsive but appeared to be in a stable condition. Suddenly, Angelo heard

My best friend showed up at my house yesterday with a swollen face and two boxes. "My goodness! What happened to your face?" I shouted, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to my couch. Her

"You guys have really worked well for this few days," Max clapped his hands as he placed them on the counter. "To show you how grateful i am, i will give you guys my atm card to go the

“Yazmin!” Noora called, striding over to my side of the room, her eyes wide and excited as she slapped grandma's diary open on my laps. “Read this part,” she pointed to a paragraph written in elegant

Chapter 47: The Race Is On A day had passed since departing the underground tunnels. The cult's and West Tribes’ convoy of vehicles had reached an area of dense vegetation. ‘We’re going to have to take

Chapter 49: The Great Battle Above The cult’s and West Tribes’ convoy of vehicles was getting close to the main route back to the Downs Region. Orcilla could now see it in the distance. She could also

“See, the thing about Rob: he is designed to overeat, because in his mind while his body runs around and his mouth runs even faster for like 14 hours a day, he needs all the food ... ”

In lectione vis.

Sometimes, an idea is more than an idea. A story is more than a story. Today, I’m sharing a flash fiction story I wrote a while back (as in a few years). I’ve read it publicly. I haven’t published it.

Melinda attempts to extort a member of the aristocratic Leitner family after discovering they practice the dark arts.

Greg had just finished work at the office. Him and his colleague, Ashley were the only ones left in the office. It was 5pm. Greg packed his things and made his way out of the office. "I'll be going

pixabay Wedding bells! I'm getting married! I'm getting married! I'm getting married! Anita announced to her friend one evening as she danced and waved her fingers about to show her friends that she has

Sam lived in an old apartment, alone except for the dust that seemed to accumulate faster than he could ignore it. He had a routine of sorts, coming home late after working two jobs that barely scratched

Meet cute over meat

A Volunteer's Quagmire