I struggled to separate my stuck eyelids while inside winds shook my head. Light from the window added up to my eye fight.
“Yasser!”
Fiction
For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77…
I usually can predict what people choose
And she had seemed less lumpen than the run
Of those who shop here, rarely untattooed…
He had coarse light grey hair, which was only now beginning to bald. His black beaded eyes revealed everything about him, his deepest secrets, lies, truths, and everything in between….
It all began with black. The darkest black…
I whisper softly to your ear as it tingles with the smooth sultry sound of my voice. The bright light of the moon gazing upon the Earth approaches, embracing its cool chilly breeze that signals the night…
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