DANGEROUS MEMORY
I found something more dangerous and fatal that the drugs and the tobacco together: His memory. Before it was a synonymous of happiness; today, of sin and torment. His name just kill who knows it.
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FLEETING MEMORY
There is no special reason or just the time that slips from your hands is what left from those memories.
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DISTANCE
'Cause your kisses and hugs were everything. The distance killed everything that united us: The pain, the sadness and all the bad things. All of them died in the last second that we saw each other. Thanks for coming to the funeral and be here.
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DESTINY II?
The boy saw her. She rejected him.
He grew up alone; her too.
He died, and she cried.
She saw his pale body and kisses it.
He woke up from her look and came back
At home knowing that destiny
NOTES:
- There is no Spanish version.
- This is just a “work title.” Maybe someday I will find out the right one. I accept suggestions.
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Hey @IronSoldier16, I’ll try to read some of your stories today. Didn’t have much time for it lately
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I love your stories ! Espescially Dangerous memory and Destiny II
The only title I can think of while reading Destiny II was “Again”… I’m not sure it fits what you wanted to say in the first place ^^
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Nice short stories! “Silence” is my favourite… 
As for the meaning of “Narpoe”… The book title is “Horizontes”, that contain the letters O R N E, while A and P are missing… so it could be an anagram, but maybe not… 
Q: Is POE reffered to the author? ( Edgar Allan Poe) in this case it could be NARration by / about / inspired by POE
You…make me think about that all day… 
EDIT: Do I win something if I’ll guess it right? 
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Thanks, but I’m looking for another more specific thing.
The title is other 
There is a chapter called “Horizontes”
I love Poe’s work, but no. He doesn’t have anything to do here. Not now.
Keep trying, I don’t say anything else.
An unicorn.
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Lool - I join in guessing… it is an abbreviation, right?
Gonna write my feedbacks now- but so far I like the new way you post this new stuff- I won’t call them stories - they appear more like thoughts to me- and after the first reading I feel already a diffrence to your newer work- but lemme see and read them again now
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It’s “recordando” (remembering) for something, they’re old work, but there are more stories, check out the index 
I’m anxious to read your feedback.
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Oh c‘mon - lol- no need to, you know I loooove your work bro 
… Pasta eaten?
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Oh sh*t I forgot it, I don’t call it an abbreviate, but… Ah! I can’t say that. You have to find it out for yourself.
OT: With unicorn meat
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This is already something we can talk over for hours- it’s soo true and it’s about awareness- reducing and being straight- and only one thing (to stay in the simplicity of the complexity:
True
Freeing imagination … galactical seen all becomes so small
Makes me think: the more light- the more shadow… and it’s on us where we are… they are always just a step apart… the decision can be made each day… these lines opening perspectives
Just sooo true
Yes, time is a valuable thing- and ite…
Sounds sooo sad 
Suggestions:,Hope
So thats my feedback bro 
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I love this selection of words, they fit perfectly 
This is the point, and a fun fact: I wrote a story with same title the last year.
It doesn’t even matter!!!
Is it sad? Read again there is a “tramp” there.
Done! Thanks.
Mmm… Maybe.
Thanks dear soldier.
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You are more than welcome - I appreciate your back-feedback - thanx for that
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ANECDOTE
It was night. It was cold at the entrance of that house. It was a pigsty, but it seemed a palace in comparison to the others. There lived a very peculiar couple, as some would say, they are like “water and oil.”
That people can not be more wrong. They were more like the earthly hell and hell itself. In this city everything was normal until they came. The murders and rapes had a big change.
All of us ran away from them. They were psychopaths, bloodthirsty hunters… [spoiler]Damn[/spoiler] police, they arrested and killed most of us.
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CRIME AND JUDGMENT
“Just as you had the courage to change me for good since I was young, I also changed you when you were an adult.” It was curious the day I met my killer. I was not afraid, because I knew what he was like. When he confessed that he wanted to kill me, that day I died.
His memories imprison him in life and that’s why he lives in distress; my memories seal this grave. We were both monsters. He lives and pays for me, while I am dead.
Yes, I forced him to change “sugar for salt” when we were children, but he forced me to grow up feeling guilty. That’s why I killed him, and, now, that I am alone: I supplant his identity.
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Can’t get my head around this one
Tragic but relatable. Nicely written!
I like these short ones, they can be just as powerful as your bigger stories.
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Wonderful Written
Ok… so it’s referred to “Portraits of a masked mind” but it doesn’t have sense like that…
Last 2 stories you posted are well written, with a sense of mystery… 
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