
Plastic Stress
Mom tended to be that way.
The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on.
The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on. The sandcastle began to melt under the waves force and as the wave receded, half the sandcastle was gone. The next wave hit, not quite as strong, but still managed to cover the remains of the sandcastle and take more of it away. The third wave, a big one, crashed over the sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it receded, there was no trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work disappeared forever.
What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one was brave enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one that let fear rule her life.
He sat across from her trying to imagine it was the first time. It wasn’t. Had it been a hundred? It quite possibly could have been. Two hundred? Probably not. His mind wandered until he caught himself and again tried to imagine it was the first time.
autor: petar, 12/05/2020
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U ovo nesretno doba kad sve manje repera uistinu poštuje reperski zanat i kada su stihovi postali beatovi, a beatovi postali stihovi dajemo priliku producentima da preuzmu glavnu riječ i pokažu što znaju.
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