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Fleur Solidaire Over zachtheid, solidariteit en de stille kunst van verandering. Ergens tussen de energierekening en de verkiezingsborden besloot ik dat ik het zat was. Niet de politiek zelf — dat theater hoort erbij — maar de toon, het geschreeuw, het idee dat je pas meetelt als je harder roept dan de ander. Ik dacht aan vroeger, aan de tijd dat mensen nog een beetje vriendelijk waren in het journaal. Toen ministers nog leken op schoolmeesters en niet op pitchende verkopers met een PowerPoint in hun hoofd. We noemden dat fatsoen.
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…It’s been four years since the accident.
When Millie drove her bicycle down Heffner Lane on that stormy afternoon, the first lightning strike hit a parked car she was just passing.
It startled her, of course, and when she just began to peddle faster, a second lightning bolt hit a street lantern just in front of her…
NEWS: 0bscura7’s first story online this week!
Wow.
With life taking me to many places, away from my Sofa, I have been neglecting The Scriptura website for a bit.
Like I have mentioned before, I was busy writing new stories, but also this whole Corona Crisis has kept me quite busy, next to family.-life, home schooling, work and whatnot.
Short Story X: Thrill Seeker
…In the past few years they had done a lot of dangerous stuff, but the two never got into an accident anymore. The only thing that Daphne didn’t like about it, was that the things they did were the illegal ones. There’s enough sensation to be found in guided events like the Stratosphere Skyjump in Vegas…
Short Story VI: Barberic
…‘Okay, so let me introduce myself first here.
My name is Darlene and I’m a 28-year-old hot mess from Silver City, New Mexico…
No Such Thing: Chapter I
There is no such thing!
It is all fictitious, an illusion if you will.
Everything that is seen, every word that is heard.
Every breath that is felt, every terror that is feared.