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FFfTPP: Sky Is My Meadow

28 Apr

I had waited years for this day.
Watching the sky since I was a kid.
Dreaming of flying up there
with all the pilots
and cutting the clouds in half,
sitting in the beautiful,
powerful machine.

This day is all mine.
Today I will be one of them,
of that dreamy pilots,
brave and fearless bird.
I shall never be afraid,
for sky is my meadow,
where I belong.

This post was written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #18 – 2016 | It’s All in Finding the Right Words




11 Mar


Stella arrived with her husband to the agreed place. It was an empty parking lot with one rubbish bin. They have been told to leave the money in it.

“But this is the middle of nowhere”, Stella freaked out. She wanted her daughter back as soon as they give the money to these people who kidnapped her.

“They want to be sure we wouldn’t come with the police. If they are watching us right now, they see we are here alone.” He looked around and tried to find some spot from which they could be watched. But there was just an abandoned gas station and open road surrounded with nothing.

“Let’s leave the money in the rubbish bin.” Tim approached to the place when he saw a man getting closer to them. Tim’s heart started to beat faster. He realized this man could kill them both.  Instead he grabbed the bag with money and told to Tim and Stella to get in the car. Then something unexpected happened. The man got into the car with them.

“I know where your daughter is. I will help you to get her back. Now let’s get out of here.”

This post was written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – Week 11.


A Letter To Home

5 Mar


I know it’s only been three weeks. I can feel it in my heart, in my inside, because it hurts so much. The fact that it’s only been three weeks of what is supposed to be my one year in this place just hurts me. I am at the beginning of this road which you have chosen for me.

The working hours are long and sometimes it is cold in here. I always try to switch my mind off while working. It will help me not to think of home I thought. But at the end of the day when the work is finished and I am not busy with the machines in the factory anymore, I think of you.

I think of all of you, sitting by the big table and laughing on John’s jokes. I think of Nell’s first steps and her innocent toddler face. I miss my brother and sister. But I miss you mother, the most.

It is snowing outside. The first snow since I came here. I look out the window and I imagine these snowflakes falling on our house. Maybe if you look out the window now, you will see me too.


The original post of  Flas Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner.