the cat was utterly uninterested and downright bored with him reading mediocre poems by her side "You don't like this one?" he asked "It's about nature and birds flying and... and... How good does it have to be for you to like it? I'm only ten, I haven't lived long enough to write poems of grief and depravity like my father. But you know, I'm actually aiming to become better than him. I aim to be a more respected poet. What, you don't think I'll be able to? You think I'm just another deluded fool? I'll show you!" The cat stood and stretched raising her tail "Calm down, kid. First of all, your daddy was no poet. Just some drunk who spoke of demons as he passed out in bars. And you, you're not ten, okay? You're just ten days clean of meds." "You think I should end myself?" he asked The cat waved a paw at that. "Nah, just go on with the next poem. I'll be listening but please don't expect any praise. It's not in my nature to offer it, okay?" "But... you think I'll be a great poet one day?" The cat closed her eyes and offered no reply
The knife listens by Bogdan Dragos
but that handle was made for his hand hand – handle handle – hand the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade… the blade was still naked. He couldn’t let the blade naked It wasn’t fair “So that’s why you […]
pink paint
Pink pink would be the right choice because the doctor said it will be a girl He would paint the room pink and await her coming into the world What a blessing How fortunate he felt His back and sides were tingling with happiness He came out of the store and a homeless woman came his way and he was quick to say “Sorry, no spare change right now. I spent all I had on paint.” “That’s all right,” said the woman. “I don’t want your money. Actually, I was hoping you could give me some of your paint.” “My paint?” “Yeah.” She held a tin can to him “Um, all right,” he said and opened the can of paint and poured some into the woman’s can. “But what do you need paint for?” She watched him Put the tin can to her lips and drank the paint “Plan Z,” she said He wanted to say something in protest but couldn’t even gasp when he noticed her swollen belly He walked away and got into the car and drove home and just wasn’t as eager to paint that room anymore
a very happy neighborhood
At 22:00 she would come out looking for him Would call out his name and eventually find him by the sandbox or the slide and would dust him off a bit and take him home and feed him As she’d put him to bed she’d kiss his face, sometimes his mouth and he’d ask, “Why did you do that?” and she’d reply, “I don’t know. But did you like it?” And he’d either nod or say yes, knowing that it’ll make her smile and then she’d cuddle with him until he’d fall asleep and whisper in his ear that she always wanted to have a little boy just like him and that he was making her unbelievably happy just by existing in the same room with her She was the best neighbor he could have dreamed of She gave him all the attention his mother gave to her bottles and her guy friends and everyone was very happy
Girls with glasses are cute by Bogdan Dragos

Girls with glasses are cute but that's only what I think and she doesn't agree so she's wearing contact lens and she's losing them more often than not and the house becomes a minefield and we have the thread lightly it's just a small apartment it shouldn't be that hard to find them or the one that got lost when only one got lost she would use the other and cover her other eye and look around and point things and tell me to turn them over so she could take a better look and I would sometimes say "I told you" but I no longer do it I look under the cover and the pillows and the sheets and the carpet in shoes, under them pockets, corners, folds sink, toilet, tub one day she covers her free eye and uses the other one to look at her phone "Really…
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