Tag: creative writing
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The cruel visit of time
Time—entity, social construct—has its ways of deceiving us. It doesn’t announce itself, appearing subtly in the cracks of a sign, in the fading colors in the political ads in quiet corners of the city, and in the rusted layers of metal exposed in the side walls of old buildings when the neighboring buildings give way to…
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pond sessions
a couple of months ago i had this idea to buy a couple of cute little yellow ducks, the same ones you may often see in those bath scenes for comedies or children’s series, and try to take some pictures at this stream that runs through the southern part of my university. somehow being able…
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strawberries to the people
it’s early afternoon on a late autumn weekday. i am surrounded by my thoughts, a couple of books, and an empty mug where there was some mix of chai and coffee until some minutes ago. i look at the white ceiling, contemplating what to do next. i don’t have much to do. it’s a weekday…
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la douleur exquise
(Adapted from a 2011 unpublished original) It was a full moon night with occasional rain showers. We looked at each other. Staring eyes. She stopped reading her book. Me too. As if that one look meant the universe to both of us. In an instant, a lightning-like feeling hit me. Was it love at the…
fernando ursine 