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Memories of that day overshadowed the rest of her life and that didn’t make sense to him. Why, statistically seen, would one day out of so many thousands of days have such a big impact on somebody’s life? But she told him: ‘Not everything has to make sense in life’. This was her explanation for [...]

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Cem tried to cry, but he just couldn’t. His friends were complaining that being unhappy is so much easier than being happy, but he got mad at them because he thought his own suffering, the inability to be unhappy, was worse than their problem. One of his friends even said ‘If I had the strength [...]

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When I’m out on the streets I only fart when I walk next to kids or bums, so people won’t think the smell comes from me. To exaggerate I even try to inhale through my nose as loud as I can and then make an ugly face as in ‘Ow my God! What’s this horrific [...]

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The attic, the attic, the attic is on fire. And I do care. That’s where I did my thing when I was younger. Build castles out of boxes, play with my toys, and later play with myself and even later than that I played with some girls there.
Now it’s going up in flames. We don’t [...]

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She grabbed my hands and tightly tied them up with a rope to the bedposts. I felt my blood getting mad, being unable to reach my fingers, and with every second pumping harder to get to it’s destination. The thumping feeling reached my head and it made me want to scream. She gagged me with [...]

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Liebe Attila,
I just watched ‘Mein Vater, Der Turke‘ at the Istanbul Film Festival and I absolutely loved it and I want to thank you for that. Without boring you with my life story too much, I just want to say that as a Turkish boy born in Amsterdam and with my father passing away when [...]

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I remember them. The friends I grew up with. I used to live in a little town in Italy. Back in the days our friendship meant everything to us. Now it’s a fading memory and I’m scared I’ll lose it forever. Like you forget your grandfather’s hands or the way your childhood attic used to [...]

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On the morning of the interview I was pretty nervous meeting Tamir Ziad, the creator of this site and also our ‘boss’. The putting together of the crew for this site wasn’t an easy task. Nobody knows each other personally. We all reacted on a post on a young writers site, which ironically isn’t online [...]

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Fuck fashion, fuck intellectuals, fuck movies, fuck poetry, fuck the pretentious, fuck art.
Fuck Microsoft, fuck iPods, fuck globalization, fuck your mother, fuck war, fuck religion.
Fuck capitalism, fuck the government, fuck politics, fuck global warming, fuck your ass,
Fuck working out, fuck the lazy, fuck the fat, fuck midgets, fuck pimps, fuck ho’s, fuck pussy.
Fuck full moon [...]

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“Today is the beginning of the rest of your life.” That’s what I told him, while unzipping his flyer to pull out his penis, suck it and juggle his balls in my mouth. He told me to stop and apologized: “I would fuck your brains out, if you weren’t that ugly. I mean it. You [...]

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