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My Name is Vlad by Devadeep Gupta What can I tell you about myself? Let us start with... I am in love. I have been in love for a very, very long time. I work at a bank in the city, and my job is unremarkable. Given English is not my first language, I often find it difficult to make new friends in London. On most days, I barely move from my desk at work. I do not really need to, and I prefer it that way. At lunch, I eat alone. I see my colleagues, laughing and speaking about trivial matters that do not really interest me. I sometimes feel t...
I’ve got a plan. The doctor informed me half an hour ago that there is a 50% chance I will not see another morning. I am grateful that my hospital bed is not far from a window. I see a meadow outside, and… beautiful sunlight. Having been a surgeon myself, I have worked within the walls of this hospital for the past seventeen years. I cannot recall ever looking outside, on the morning of a working day. Now that I know that today might be my last day, why am I falling back to the cliché of admiring nature outside the large glass wind...
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My Name is Adrian My name is Adrian, and I cannot sleep. I see his shadow behind me. He is standing behind me… or is he? I imagine his voice. That deep, booming baritone lets everyone know that he was born to be the King. He is gone, but I still hear it. There is darkness all around me. I am alone in my room. Why do I still hear the voice? I cannot hear his words. It is like a deep, humming sound… “My Lord? Are you here?” No one answers. I only see hazy shadows in my chambers, as my pupils adjust to the light. I have barely...
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