PROPHECY

PROPHECY

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Ahhhhhh"I scream as I see a breast running towards me,I couldn't make out it's feature before I took off running into the forest, but I know it was huge , and have a wolf like structures,I continue screaming as I run deep in to the wood with out stopping. I stop feeling so tried "I don't think that thing is after me anymore, but where the hell am I?"I asked looking around the unfamiliar forest "I hate this"I said trying to find the right way out. 30 min into walking around,I got even more lost,I have a bad feeling,I won't like what coming , and I'm so hungry already. I turned quickly when the brunches start making noise of some one or breast moving.my heart started beating fast b, is this how I die, finally the noise stopped, just as I was breathing out, something or let say someone walked out scaring the shit out of me ,a human being finally. "Hello"I called out to the person, but something I didn't expect happened , he jumped on me , taking me down to the ground,I screamed at the top of my voice. "You smells so good"he said head buried on my shoulder. "Please let me go please"I pleaded, I'm so scared I could faint
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A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

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