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Hitler of the 21st Century

Info: This is sort of a +18 article. Don’t read it if faint-hearted!

As I was watching these misfits of nature, I heard the skull of one cracking under the tank tracks. It was an unusually short scream, and then the screech took place and silence. A couple of women started cried instantly and one other fainted, making the scene even more hilarious than it already was. I barely stopped myself from laughing, but if I did I would have dropped the juicy worm from my peak and the little ones would go hungry. (more…)


The blizzard

I’ve fitted my comforter and jacket, school bag well onto my back… It’s 11 o’clock and it’s time for me to leave. I kiss her one more time and I exit the door in the block’s stair case where a cold shiver is awaiting for me… I descend the stairs quietly and get out. The blizzard colossus makes his presence noticed by lifting a dust cloud and smashing my face with my jacket ruffle.

I lift my eyes with childish curiosity: paper and plastic bags are soughing and flying through the air, in a chaotic dance mixed with dry leaves and remains of lime blossoms, going up and down like some hell’s shadows meant to hide the stars of the glassy sky. I point my eyes toward my destination and start hurrying down the street. The wind is fighting me and I feel as if the cutting waves of air will take me down, as they are gradually plummeting the whole universe on top of me. I froze.