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"No!" The angry student exclaimed, "I told you already! This is it! I refuse to change any of it!" He threw his papers in the air and stormed out of the lecture hall.

"What was that about?" asked the curious bystander, who helped Mark to pick up the angry student's essay.

"Just another art student refusing criticism," he said as he looked at his empty wrist, "do you know what time is it?"

"It's 11:05," she revealed with morbid casualty.

This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.

Randomly chosen theme was Justice.

Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley

The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...

A random thought about being a writer (handwriting sample included)

Being a writer is like...

Visszatértem! Dschorsaanjo's back! o moku e moku Kamala
mi nasa, la sina nasa, la mi mute li musi e kalama...

Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem...

This post is in Hungarian! Please don't worry, I'd be writing it in English if it was about things that I activaly do in English. But this happened to be one of the very few exceptions that heavily language-dependent (at the moment at least)

Nemrég feltöltöttem a Szerettem őt új verzióját, valamint az eredeti "végleges" verziót. De mi vezetett ahhoz, hogy újra fel kelljen töltenem egy verset, pedig még a cím se változott?

Finally I realized that I'm able to write posts while taking a shhhhhhhhhhhh... releasing the waste.

It's 2 hours till noon, or in this case, 2019.

I'm still looking for stuff to upload (and uploading contantly), then I found this one... It's titled Everything you've got.