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Me & You
June 19, 2006、 Monday. The first time I saw you. Sitting in The Boulevard, back right corner, third from the left, you were laughing with people I assume were your friends. Black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt and a leather jacket made you a sight to behold. I had just entered the bar when you caught my eye. I was too amazed to look away. I stood staring at you. I think it was two minutes. Or maybe 2 hours. I don’t know. I just remember having come across an angel and then being dragged away by my cousin to the middle of the dance floor. My eyes searched for yours the entire night. I wanted to ...
Distant memories
She lay there motionless.Her fingers searched for the silk sheets, the smell of lemons and lavender all around her, so refreshing and relaxing. Next to her, there was a stuffed small dinosaur in the tones of light green with big brown eyes and a funny face. It was laying always beside her, next to the other pillow, a gift from her deceased father. She had lost him from an incurable illness months ago despite the efforts of doctors to save him.Rosalie picked up the small dinosaur in her hands – her father had bought it for her when she was five years old - eyes glistening from sudden wetness. S...
Mabsoot
One day, not too long ago the people in a village were sad. It´s not that they were unhappy; not really. They had forgotten how to laugh. It´s as simple as that. They couldn´t find joy in little things anymore. In fact, they were so sad all the time that a dark fog had engulfed the whole village: and they didn´t even notice. Then on another day, a little elf came to that village: the sweetest, cutest elf you could ever imagine. And guess what? He thought them how to laugh again. He showed them how to find joy in every day little things. Little by little the fog over the village lifted and let ...
The Guest
Estevan leaned back into the seat of his Uber, feeling mostly confident that the driver had understood the Airbnb address he had given. Already a month into his study abroad program in Mendoza, Argentina, he had expected to be much more conversational in Spanish than he currently was. As he watched the unfamiliar streets of Buenos Aires flash by his window he suspected that his driver was in fact fluent in English, but let him stumble along in Spanish anyway as punishment for using his very Latin name. Estevan had only recently started using his given name again. Growing up in Walnut Creek, CA...