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Day 273 – Childless mother (part VI)

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Remorse, fear, ignorance, second thoughts, abortion, fear…pain, drowning, heavy breathing, crying, fear…white door, doctors, motherhood, holding hands, judgement, fear… “- Clara? Clara?! – Yes… – I said we are ready for you now.” Her mother quickly stood up and still holding Clara’s hand headed towards the door. “-I am sorry ma’am...

Day 270 – Childless mother (part V)

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That bitch! He said he loved her. Didn’t she know that, didn’t he prove himself to her enough? That bitch! She acted like he raped her or worse. He just gave her exactly what she wanted from him. She asked for it, she craved it, she was practically begging him to do it. And then pretending like she was sick. Such a waste of time and energy. All virgins were the same. Sweet, naive...

Day 269 – Childless mother (part IV)

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Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...

Day 130 – Upcoming interview and a new short story

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After all the racket and stretched nerves with which I have been blessed last week, this week has been kind and easy on me and has offered a lot of peace to think and recuperate. So, after a lot of sleep and being lazy mostly, I am finally ready to get back to work and enjoy the silence of the nights while doing that. One of the main things on my to do list is the upcoming interview for The human...

Day 118 – The silence of a new short story

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“All you need is silence. All you need is Oliver Shanti playing Sacral Nirvana over and over again in your eardrums. Listen… the house is quiet, the lights are fading and the rhythmic sounds invite you to write again, for your pleasure only.” Whenever a new short story is calling me out to write it, I have a strict rule of ignoring it at first. There is a huge amount of work I...

Day 42 – The girl made of glass ( literary vomit – part III)

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This story began on Day 28 and continued on Day 35. It’s starting to take shape and I think it needs time to grow and conquer. So here is the third part of the story. “ – I don’t, actually. I was trying to be polite; now that we’ve settled that, thanks for the light. Bye!” , I said, turning quickly away from her. I was hoping for her to take the bite; and she did. I caught a glimpse...

Day 35 – The girl made of glass ( literary vomit – part II)

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This story begins here, so let’s pick up from where we left off. Sometimes, a glass bottle won’t break when it smashes into a hard surface or falls onto the brick floor; sometimes, all it takes is a small crack or flaw and everything is lost and turned into an impossible to solve puzzle. That’s how she felt each morning and each damned day. Crying was not enough anymore; crying was only a...

Day 28 – Literary vomit (The girl made of glass)

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She was walking towards the door. Nothing but the sound of her footsteps, on the hallway of her building, was disturbing the bliss of the morning. She turned the key into the lock and a door screak later, she was inside. Her clothes were all over the place; on the table, on the floor, on the stereo and even on the coffee pot she forgot to put into the kitchen sink last night. She was alone. What...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu