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The chronometer irradiated a chromatic red light that reflected seven-eleven on the jet-black side table Shit now I only have god knows how long to get ready He hurriedly hulk-smashed his pillow aside, freed himself by kicking his sheath-shackle to drift mid-air and then hastily whooshed it onto the bedstead. He unclothed his way to …

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an excerpt of a story i am writing: iii

I like maths. I have a really quirky way of doing maths, though. When adding numbers, for example, many others add numbers with their hands or with a tally, top to bottom. However, I do it very differently, especially when adding huge numbers. Let's add 584, 316, 245, 655, 323, and 127 for instance. First, …

an excerpt of a story i am writing: ii

Anyway, my friend’s name was Ana. When I didn’t have a traditional #2 pencil that day, I whispered to her asking if she had another pencil she could lend me because I didn’t have one. Looking back, I probably looked funny to her when I mouthed that I needed to borrow a pencil. I wonder …

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flowers learn to grow to wither © 2017, Quiyet Brul

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Sometimes our homes aren't safe zones ©2016, Quiyet Brul

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Silence is what you responded with ©2016, Quiyet Brul

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Are your feelings for me real? ©2016, Quiyet Brul