It doesn’t matter where you go, you always take yourself with you.
Tag: short story
Going Nowhere
I have always been a sucker for love or at least the concept.
Fiction Is Just Another Version Of The Truth
I just love the smell of just washed clothes and freshly cut grass. And new books. And your pussy.
I Don’t Have A Spaceship
I looked at her. One of the great mysteries of life to me is how easily love can change into hate overnight.
Suicide In Delay
Let’s face it, you died the very moment you were born, thrown in this world, on this planet you call earth.
I Don’t Feel Like Writing A Poem
Letter to my daughter
“Tomorrow Is Another Day,” They Say
My stupid phone is attacking me; what do these people want from me? I mean, nobody is there.
I Am A Little Bit Stuck
If they cure me, they might destroy or steal my creativity.
Pretty Soon Also Books Will Be Forbidden
“Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, is very well known,” she said, “but I never read it. Are you enjoying it?”
At Night (by Veikko)
Another guest post by Veikko