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Mia Klausa

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The gift of trust

[Content Warning: This story contains topics of child birth or to be more precise, dying in childbirth. There's nothing graphic going on but yeah. Be advised] A small drum that will turn into an explosion of things, given the time. It's a saying from my mother, a midwife, describing birth. She's been dead, of course, 1500 years, I believe? Damn it, it's been a long time. Anyway, it's exactly how it feels like having a newborn baby in my arms. I try to think of the tips my mother used to tell me but I've never listen anyway because I woul...

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Everything I was, am and will be (and the lies that came with them)

Cognitive dissonance was a word I almost forgot. When I found it, I must've been no older than eight, wich sounds crazy but it's the last time I held a book containing psychology, or other things of the twenty first century, so it must be true. Cognitive Dissonance is something with psychology and it means, that you have two beliefs, that don't match. Two things, that can't be true at the same time. For example believing that lying is bad but also believing that you, personally, have to lie to protect the people you love. It's something ...

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Love is a gentle thing

Habib will wait. He knows it's pointless, after all, Cora will only be born two thousand years in the future on a completely different continent but he'll wait. Not for her return, he know that that'll be fruitless. The cubus let her father and her go back to her time but never back again. Her purpose was done, she saved the timeline, it will all happen like she remembered. Habib asked her once, what will happen. He wasn't sure when exactly, somewhere in the recent past, somewhere where the night sky looked so familiar to the one he knows....

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Debí tirar más fotos

Washed out salmon pink gum is pinned under everything. Under all the tables, the chairs, between the chalkboard and the closets, even up there on the ceiling. I should know. Strawberry gum is my favorite and miss Śedek hates chewing in her class, especially gum. If you'll exclude the hidden gum, the room is bare. Six years of memories are stuffed in boxes or in the trash or burned by someone I can't snitch. Even though I'll add for transparency reasons, that I can't snitch anyone cuz Snitches Get Stitches. The class photos of year 5, 6, 9...

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A little lie

I probably look like a wet cat, I thought, neither being a cat nor wet. My feet were throwing a hissy fit, my finger nails try to harm anything that is dump enough to get into their way. Not my fault when they think they can handle a caged wolf. "Can't we kill that bitch right now?", the man is asking his fellow asshole. There are already red marks shining on his face. "We have to go through the proper process. Otherwise we'll be as lawless as the whore", one of the other idiots said. He smirked. I hated it. "Besides, don't you too want t...

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Letter of 7th of July, 1969

Dear Charlotte, How are you? No, scratch that, that's horrible. That's too mudane, too boring. I hope you're doing well. Abad, you idiot, she can't be well, she's dead, she's gone, she killed herself. People who kill themselves aren't well. I hope you're doing better. It's not very hard, I reckon, from what I've heard. But I still hope, that the place, where you're now is better than Deytonsbury, cleaner than your father's house, warmer than my hands ever were. Today was such a good day. The sky was baby blue; they reminded me of your e...

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The thing that happened

The heartless sun went down, leaving behind a world soaked in red, orange and sorrow. Athena dragged herself through lonely back alleys, feeling like her shoes were made of stone. There was happy chatter in the streets and the aroma of freshly baked bread in the air. She purposely avoided this all. There was no place for happiness today. Sand hit her in the face, so she pulled her hood lower over her face. Left, right, left, left, left, right. Athena didn't know where to go after...it. Her house? Full of people, full of children, full of...

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Teacher's worksheet

8. 4. 2003 Abad hates new starts. There has been a lot of them, too many in his opinion, but he knew that many more would follow. He picks up his pen and tries to answer the questions. Questions about him. Hello!, was written as description above the questions. I'm made by your new English teacher Mr. Allen, so that he knows a bit about you. Just answer all his questions, new friend! Abad smiles briefly. This teacher IS different. 1. To begin with, what's your name, friend? Anthony Potter Abad Potter 2. Are you a boy or a girl? Boy ...

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Don't touch the stars

Yeshua sat alone in the dessert with nothing but a blanket that he got from his mother. The cold wind hit against his hair and he looked above, waiting, even though he wasn't he really sure what he waited for. He tried to look for the star constellations that he learned in school, back in Egypt. There was the Myriad, the Bird and he could even recognize Sah. Crazy, he thought. That was a completely different life. The numb sand underneath his hands hurt him but he just couldn't put them somewhere else. His attention was upon Anu, the Jaw ...

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The list of a man out of time

Written by Abad Potter on 31.12.1911 What I want to do in 1912 1913 1914 1926 1937 1939 1941 1942 1945 1951 1969 1978 1984 1985 1993 1997 1999 2000 2001 2005 Up until I die (wich could take ages) Note from 2005: It took, in fact, a century. I should start betting with the accuracy of my throw away lines - move to America ✔️ (why did THIS had to work) - try a cigarette ✔️ (disgusting. I understand why Mummy never allowed me to) - get heavier (at least 15 pounds) ✔️ - watch a movie ✔️ (All for a girl) - save money to make a family picture -...

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Yellow

I poured water in the cup Ajal gave me, took the brush, looked at the colours and already asked myself what I'm trying to do here. "What is wrong?", Ajal asked. Sunlight touched his face, a breeze messed his hair up. It look beautiful. I could draw him instead. Or the crow behind him that sat there in the tree, not caring about human nature. Or I could draw this family with three children, with one looking like he doesn't fit with the rest. I could think about his life, his struggles, his story while painting his curly hair or his smile or...

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"You've got this, Abad"

"You've got this, Abad. " I was very young at my first memory, probably around four or five. My Mummy had a big belly and when I asked her why, she told me that a baby grows inside her stomach. "Like a flowa?" "Like a flower." It was a nice day. The sun shined and Mummy decided, that it would be a great idea to spent her free afternoon with her teenage son and her toddler. She brushed Rahim's hair with her hand. "You two will be great big brothers, I feel it." Rahim didn't said anything. Maybe it was confidence, after all, he was alrea...

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It-Girl in a cage

Sun doesn't starts its day. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!", someone says from above. The bright blinding light does. 510 doesn't know if there is a voice from above. Reality? Or imagination? It couldn't tell. No one would judge if it wouldn't make its bed. The scientists don't really care. But Mareesha's Mummy, the one she loves much, would care. So it does. For her. It's hard to keep track of time without sunlight. Or clocks. Or the moon. But 510 always recives its breakfast at some point. (Lunch? Dinner?) Water (500 ml) Vitamins...

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A ghost in a cage

There was nothing. No light. No sound. No feeling. Nothing too unusual, considering that I already died and that experiencing such things already a privilege is. But the strange thing was, that I wasn't dead again. It wasn't the nothingness I was already used to. I was still there. Still with the living, even if I wasn't one of them. There. There was something. A ick in my nose, a feeling. I smelled something. Disinfection spray. Ok, that's really weird. There is nothing to smell in the realm of death. There is nothing at all in the re...

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What others think of Abad Potter

Michael Todd thinks Abad Potter doesn't fit in. Not because of his dark brown skin, his black curls or his foreign name, he isn't a racist after all. Not because of his love for ACDC or Star Wars. Not even because he seems to like the strange girl from across the street, who never talks to anyone outside of her host family. No, Michael doesn't really has a solid reasoning for why Abad doesn't fit in, nobody ever had. It isn't like he's unpopular or weird. He's generally well liked, always watches the newest movies, a bit of a class clown....

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