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Tutto sembra semplice quando ti guardo mentre litighi e scherzi con i tuoi amici o mentre semplicemente sogni, guardando in alto ti perdi nell’azzurro del cielo, e di rimando il cielo si perde nell’azzurro dei tuoi occhi. Tutto sembra così semplice quando ti guardo. È strano, ci conosciamo da una vita siamo sempre stati insieme ma non ti ho mai raggiunto non ti ho mai rivelato questi sentimenti che incessanti riempiono le mie giornate. Tutto sembra semplice, ma è solo apparenza perché quando ti parlo, quando provo a raggiungerti mi accorgo che la mia gola non mi appartiene il mio cuore impazzisce e la mia mente

The sound of marching soldiers erupted through the air. A thirteen-year-old girl stood in front of the soldier's path. The soldiers pointed their machine guns at her face.    A grin of contempt grew across the girl's face. Her dark brown hair drifted over her dark blue eyes. The girl smiled at the soldiers.    She looked past their guns towards the treeline behind them. Locking her eyes on the shimmering glass skyline of a city. The morning sun was sparkling between the glass skyscrapers. The city tried to hide from the girl, but the treeline wasn’t high enough.    Her eyes shimmered back at the soldiers in front of her. She knew the

Marcella lived in a cramped house with an aging dog. She desperately tried to get him downstairs, but he’s smart enough to know that if he tried he’ll go tumbling straight down. One day, she set his dog bed right by the stairway so that he wouldn’t feel lonely. It seemed to work for a good while, so she kept it there. One hot summer day, however, as she was moving an air conditioner down to the basement, she deeply regretted it.

"I hear you've got enchantments on all the petroleum pipes out of Mexico these days, Doug?" said skinny Javier Galo, cutting the deck and pushing it to his left. "Warlocks all along the northern border," Doug nodded. He sucked his Bolívar cigar and emitted a perfect smoke cube over the baize. "I'm moving into Texas. The spells there are straw houses, I'll puff 'em down before March." The man in the hat coughed significantly. "Don't underestimate those Texan charms, Dougie," The Big Red rumbled, his large face glowing. "They might glitter like show costumes, but they're thick as tanned bull hide, under it." "Uh huh? Well I think I kno

You can't even imagine the horror on the faces of those onlookers. By two in the afternoon, a crowd had gathered at the pool side, and were in awe of the disaster unfolding. Nobody knew how or when it had happened, but a five and a half ton killer whale named Ojumbi was lodged in the rafters. The interior pool was designed with whale containment in mind, and a sixty foot high ceiling seemed more than adequate for both a whale and the staggered seating. Sarah, who was primarily in charge of Ojumbi, had passed out by the poolside, and a number of maintenance guys were at a loss as to how to get the poor creature down from up there. The whale m

Passing the park a few blocks away was always the most difficult part of getting to the corner store.  Stuart was one reason.  The other was Homeless Hobo Hank.  In Ralph's twelve-year-old mind, a class bully was less scary than what the other kids speculated might be hiding under the blankets covering Hank's shopping cart.  But not by much.  Besides, he could never let on that he was scared by Hank, no matter how allegedly murderous he was.  He didn't need more grief from Stuart if he found out.  This afternoon he saw neither.  He turned the corner and went into the store. He was relieved to see Max behind the counter, head down in a textbo

A spiderweb dresses, like a doily spun of tissue, the window sill. Only some strands of the web are sticky. Walking upon the ones that are not, careful glances are cast out for a jittering bug. Spiders learn. Breathe on the web once, she'll jump out. And, every time after, she knows you are there.

Lisa is a naughty little girl. Every night, she walks barefoot around the yard to slap mud on her tiny little feet and then she runs back to the house, smearing filth all over the living room rug. When caught by her Nanny, Lisa would run even faster and scream loud enough to shake the whole house awake. "What a naughty little girl you are!" Nanny would call out, huffing and puffing after her. One night, Lisa walked around the yard yet again without her shoes on. She stomped on brown sludge in glee, humming a little song to herself as she does so. Lisa then ran back to the house as usual, smearing filth all over the living room rug. She mad

Nobody on the street wanted to talk about the field of ashes that used to be the home of a loving mother and daughter. If you asked the neighbors what became of the mother who used to bake cookies for the entire street, they'd shake their head and turn away. If you tried to learn the fate of the daughter who was usually seen skipping along the sidewalk while chasing butterflies, whoever you asked would immediately change the subject.   The locals wanted to leave the property be, but home builders had other plans. The neighbors had no words for the workers, only silent stares and questioning expressions. The project would be completed in late

He wasn't particular fond of the phrasing, considering it cliche, but there was a void inside of him that he didn't know how to fill. He felt peaceful, surrounded by trees shedding their verdance in shades of red and yellow, but the emptiness... it was still there, a constant insistence that he needed something more, but never so forthcoming as to explain what it could be. He'd wound up sitting on a patch of hidden wet, and was stubbornly refusing to move himself; cold, damp bottom be damned, this was were he'd sat and this was where he'd sit until he felt it was time to leave. "Make like a tree and leaf" popped into his head and he sighed d