Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2
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Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.1.
She got the heart of a choreographer–I can really cope with how she treated those intricate dance steps as "a piece of cake or more."
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.2.
I can compute my interest in banks by billions of dollars without a calculator, and still get her impressed aside from giving her the billion-dollar fortune.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.3.
I will still treat her as a Catriona Gray and an Ivana Alawi in the world filled with boys treating their respective girlfriends as Lexi Lore.
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I will dance to the best song ever with her, even if it seems like an old-fashioned trend.
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Your name is carved in my epic story as the inspiration for solving the 10th derivative of a function mentally.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.6.
Do I make you proud?
You deserve to be fired by thunder after those injustices you have given me.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.7.
Shameless: for her when she sees me suffer.
Shameful: after those times when she became the center of my universe.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.8.
After those things that she considered as "obsessed and uncomfortable gestures towards her," I got expelled from the matters of her heart. f**k!
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.9.
She's such a heartbreaker.
Even our graduation song reminds her of her harshness and her unfair treatment towards a simple heart who yearns for reciprocation.
That's all for today, thank you.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.10.
She makes my heart broken, and suddenly I find out that there's nothing I can't do-do-do to make her love-love-love me back.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.11.
I wish I had my own time travel machine to turn back to those times when Vincent van Gogh was still alive to buy all of those paintings of him and murmur this advice: "I will be your hero; even with those psychotic episodes, to make you go out of those turmoiled pieces of mind of yours."
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Every chanted advice of "Love yourself before you love someone," is just an indirect way of them saying "You didn't deserve to be loved."
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.13.
Even if she becomes a member of the most famous girl group in the world, I will not support her or even her group.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.14.
"Make every second of your high school count."
No. I just want to finish this high school to get her and her boyfriend out of my sight.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.15.
She is a f****d up woman who is capable of being vulnerable and showing her feminine frame that seems out of reach as s**t, aside from her ONLY advantage of being famous.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.16.
Living in a stage of heartbreak where the term RESILIENCE is an Achilles' heel to my soul.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.17.
Shit. It's getting harder than ever, and unbeknownst to them, my dignity is making my life an oblivious journey.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.18.
The red eyes evident on what you see is a testament of a binge of disappointment, after I realized that "hard work is not equivalent to high grades."
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.19.
Every person deposed in my autobiography is just one step in a dream life without any doubts.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.20.
Living in a terrible community where "mental health is not in their vocabulary."
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.21.
There will be trillions of reasons to be happy per one source of turmoil.
Just one cent.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.22.
I hate all of those people who consider me as "director of all the shortcomings in my past relationships."
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I hate all of those people who treated me as "such a director of my own self-pity and gaslighting."
Especially, when they treat me as a slave, as if I need to take accountability and take responsibility for all the shortcomings of the universe.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.24.
Every rant about the turmoils of my state of sanity was considered by my confidants as an invalid feeling.
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.25.
Reading books will answer the question that life bestowed upon us: "What are the stories behind everything?"
Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.2.26.
Died in the hands of a very messed-up household.
Died all because of the physical manifestation of inner turmoil.
Died without any hints of complaint because of possible further injuries.
Died without being recognized by relatives.
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