Federician Stary Night Flash Fiction Compilations 1

Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.1. She endured seeing me suffer. I will let him suffer from suffocation. All because of her desolate love; Superficially and emotionally chosen. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.2. Without any hints of doubt, we have an ebullient without “or.” I mean, “lively and enthusiastic,” not the word “or.” Because there’s an option to choose more than one, why not? We can talk about everything under the sun, and we can invent a language that only we can understand. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.3. Being too late to be regretted by my past decisions. Is there anything that I can do, knowing that I have already ended up being lost in the abyss of my debacle? Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.4. Time is passing, my life is passing out, and passing away along the journey of highway. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.5. The horrible night is over after 5 days. Being glad that I can endure even the most challenging segments of my epic life. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.6. Someone said that life is not a competition, but I emphasized that the problem is not the competition itself; the main problem is the greedy human that only wants to get to the top, regardless of what others feel. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.7. Her emotions are misunderstood; even Einstein or Nostradamus can't predict them correctly. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.8. I was such a debacle in every sense of the word: I just had the prowess for every negative word that existed in the English dictionary. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.9. Rebuff that puff! Later means ""a small piece of a weak man as f**k! I hate him, go away from me!' But little did she know that those words shattered my self-esteem for trillions of life. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.10. Your beauty is shimmering and shining even in the dark. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.11. Finishing this manual, but she offered me a more rigorous one. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.12. Leave me out of the dark, and I will wake up and still be one of the independent men out there. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.13. Very explicit for my innocent mind. It's not just very obscene to see; I can't endure seeing you two together without being traumatized. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.14. My depicted status for romantic hopes is already defunct. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.15. We're not forever alive, but I promise to be forever entwined with the biggest blissful moments that the universe can give. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.16. Romantic or aromatic, my honor to sacrifice everything just for proof of reciprocation for your care. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.17. Shit. f**k it. Get it. Go away without it. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.18. Finally! The couple that I don't want to see in person. I already said goodbye to those relapses on the spot. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.19. In the midst of the complex cruelties of life, I found several efficacious types of therapy by myself, and you can find it in non-living things. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.20. No changes were made, even if it was an inevitable phenomenon, all because of her unbreakable attraction and attachment towards him. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.21. Dying in her hands of her sword-worthy rejection, killing me by torture; Cutting my whole body into ten parts; each of these two parts provided for every stage of heartbreak. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.22. There will be indefinite sources of happiness and joy, but all because of her, everything becomes a mere short gratification. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.23. Every dead brain cell inside my brain is a testament to how I find any reason why I'm not enough for you. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.24. I can only describe him in two extreme words; abysmal and appalling. Two advanced words that describe how bad she is. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.25. Disgusting moments? All of them are entwined with her as f**k. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.26. Dreadful, without a full r; Dead, that's how my sanity is described in just a simple word. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.27. Every typhoon of hers is a severe calamitous and a catastrophe to my very presence. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.28. Peace of mind. A phrase that I wanted, but she didn't give it to me; seemingly out of reach, just like a child wanting a toy as a gift for Christmas. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.29. Wanted: a heart that he didn't love. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.30. I wanted to say that SHE NEEDS TO LOOK AT THE BLACK SIDE OF EVERYTHING. Are her choices worth it as f**k? Or it's just she's treating me as a piece of s**t? Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.31. At the lowest level of the situation: Forgiveness is what they will not receive for me; Even if their body will suffer; Multiple levels of mutilation occur. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.32. Now, I have fully relieved the essence of my inner child. Whereas I can find happiness even by playing with my own nails and fingers. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.33. Even trillions of poems are not enough to describe how much I cherish you. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.34. She indirectly killed the essence of traditional chivalry in the world filled with modern superficiality. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.35. He: gentleman. Me: creepy. What the f**k is going on, girl? Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.36. She punched my soul just with a simple yet obscene speech. I want to take revenge by giving the simple yet the most painful words that she can receive. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.37. Yeah. After all, I would admire celebrities instead of any girls that I thought were ideal in every essence of the word in the dictionary. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.38. She ruined the whole outlook and my holistic perspective of human romance. She made me realize that romance is just a matter of luck. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.39. I thought that I would go away from my habit of eating in a gormandized manner; I was so guilty of gluttony and the worst behavior like hell. Suddenly, she advised me to eat well. Very well without any excess. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.40. I have an envy of people who have luck in the romance department. While I'm here, struggling with the presence of a black charm. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.41. She's not a surreal and an agathokakological woman in love; She's dreadful, a source of agony, and even an abysmal wrecking of everything as painful as f**k. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.42. Did I have hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia? I will cut the never-ending stages of hearsay: no. In fact, I can make the longest words in English out of everything else; Let's make everything sophisticated from now on. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.43. Out of 100 sample sizes that I gathered out of a thousand, I finally concluded that she is the only respondent that is the epitome of "an anomie woman." Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.44. Please, make every banzai of others towards me a "win-win situation." Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.45. I finally discovered, without any hints of being emotional, that she's just a woman who is a chawbacon. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.46. Even if she became a leader, little did her friends think that their leader was such an incompetent woman in a group without a coterie. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.47. Even if they're making their own i********: account just for their treasured memories as a couple; their romance is merely just a fugacious connection. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.48. Let's make a gynarchy a mainstream and an acceptable standard of political system. Let's prove the fact that a woman can claim a prestigious award just by doing what only a man can do. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.49. Wishing for a moment when I can unveil an exact paradigm of romance equations that are used to be an abditive discovery. But for now, it seems to be a Herculean task to accomplish. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.50. Let's accorage others to depose the system of a f****d up dating system in modern times. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.51. Centuries later, I just want to go back to those eras where haranas, rondallas, short love letters, and efforts are everything you need to please and attract a woman. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.52. Painful and awful. Artificial, even in superficial. Undo but turns out to be a redo. The threat turns out to be the death of me. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.53. This is the modern era of dating, whereas you need to have OCD to be perfect in the seemingly superficial virtual reality of romance. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.54. Learn music. A very expression of thousands of artists that relates to billions of people with decillions of stories. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.55. Hold everything you need and want; because one day, you will realize that you sacrificed just for a woman who didn't have anything but to be charmed by a man with sports balls to play. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.56. She's not just a journalist; she has got the jack-of-all-trades: singer, dancer, and a comedian that charmed even boys. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.57. More productive without the essence of a person who will torture your mind until these cells are not fixable as they used to be. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.58. I compared myself to Pluto; didn't have a standard to consider a "planet that orbits around her sun." Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.59. Fucking superficiality. A simple standard that means everything to her. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.60. You can change any word into their respective synonyms, but their thoughts have the same meaning as "You're the most stupid lover in the world." Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.61. I want to go back to those eras when Subway Surfers, Farm Heroes Saga, Candy Crush Saga, Candy Crush Soda Saga, Fruit Ninja, and Plants vs. Zombies are my girlfriends and not the other way around. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.62. I was very young during One Direction years–I wished I could go back to those times when Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik are my boyfriends in my dreams and not dealing with any hot girlfriends who didn't have a purpose but to be swooned by the charm of a basketball player. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.63. Gusto kong bumalik sa aking pagkabata na kung kailan wala akong alam kundi maglaro lamang ng Plants vs. Zombies, kaysa sa mapagod sa nakakamatay na realidad ng buhay. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.64. I already predicted that in the future, my dream journal consists of those missed opportunities and valuable moments that every teenager deserves to experience. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.65. Even with the usage of the concepts of Issac Newton's Three Laws of Motion, his theory can't make gravity effective with your severe gravitational pull. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.66. If you're trying to dissect my mind and what's inside, there's only two categories: everything academical, and a tortured intrusive thoughts that are more obscene than what the splatter films depict. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.67. Suffering under her administration; controlling every move, with her rules that were not imposed on her boyfriend, to her heart. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.68. Her rejection makes my life disorganized–organized in a very unwell way. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.69. BDSM–she makes me suffer from those things–even Anastasia Steele can't endure them. Stary Writing Flash Fiction #1.1.1.70. She made me realize that a nice guy and a good guy is not enough to capture her heart to the fullest of her aorta.