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The way to darkness by karam Aldeek                                         The streets are empty and i am all alone, i was surrounded by darkness, and the night gave that scene more darkness, the time was running slow, without noticing. There goes my second pack of cigarettes, I have a feeling that tonight wont go right, how did this happen? I cant get a hold of what happened,I ceased to understand myself. 

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The way to darkness by karam Aldeek                                         The streets are empty and i am all alone, i was surrounded by darkness, and the night gave that scene more darkness, the time was running slow, without noticing. There goes my second pack of cigarettes, I have a feeling that tonight wont go right, how did this happen? I cant get a hold of what happened,I ceased to understand myself. 

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He leaves at 5 am, trying not to make any noise, working hard while everyone sleeps here. , coming back with a shine smile on his wrinkled tired face, he laughs when we laugh, cries when we cry, making our path easy, helping without complaining, while we are complaining instead of thanking, until someday he left us without farewell, left us recognizing how important he was, missing him, but it was late.

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It was a cold snowy day when I went to the streets to meet with the girl that I like to tell her "I love you". It's risky, isn't it? I had crush on this gorgeous girl since 3 years. On a Christmas eve that day, I have waited and waited and waited. Calling her phone, no answer. I thought she might surprise me. Finally, that amazing and lovely girl appeared. I rushed to her, hold her hands, and said: "I have something important to tell you". She said: "Please Petro tell me, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time". I stuttered and then confidently said: "I love you". She removed her hands and replied "thank you" and she left me there standing alone with the snow. She absolutely surprised me. Then, I said to myself: "Whatever, I am going to enjoy my Christmas holiday with another girl this year."
Merry Christmas!

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They look at each other and start laughing about what they did, and how they take revenge for their parents. While they are watching the sunset together, this reminds him of when he thought that he was going to lose her. His sister was the last thing that reminds him of their parents, at this moment he thought that he will bleed himself dry for her, to protect her.

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It started off as a normal day. the girls and I were getting ready to have a girls night. the place we decided to go to was a karaoke bar . We all got dressed and left.  I had a very bad gut feeling on the way to the place like something bad was going to happen , but i just ignored it.

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On that day I woke up in the morning and fondle my window. The sky was blue, the sea was calm and the streets were all empty. It is holiday time all people leave the town to spend it with their beloved ones. While I… I stay alone between those walls. I got myself ready and decided not to make myself sad anymore. I wondered all around, walked for miles, and blessed all those times. I decided to seek change and start a new life. I deleted all the past… took a deep breath and said: this is a new day; this is my day.

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We watched our father pick up his hook stick, it was like he was waiting for that moment, but praying it never happens at the same time. It was common to encounter snakes where we lived, but that was the first time we encountered a venomous one. We were able to tell it was venomous by the shape of its triangular head. the snake was about two meters, which is quite big for what we encountered earlier. In a split second I was about to witness my brother get bit by the snake, luckily our father was able to keep the snake away enough time for an expert to arrive and deal with the situation.

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Everyday at midnight she sings a lullaby hoping to be a lighthouse for the lost. 20 years, not a single moment passed. Waiting.

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As he was climbing up the mountain, he saw a bee cell; he was fascinated how relentlessly it worked. He then saw an eagle ness; a mother protecting its chicks, then he thought: how important family is. Every time he went exhausted, he thought about the bees; and every time he felt alone he recalled his family. Once he reached the summit, and enjoyed the sun beams breaking free from the overlapping clouds, he thought about the bees and the eagles, and said: how fascinating the journey was.

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It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted, I was walking to the station. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized that it was already much later than I had thought, I had to hurry, the shock of this discovery made me unsure of the way, I did not yet know my way very well in this town; luckily, a policeman was nearby, I ran up to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: “From me you want to know the way?” “Yes,” I said, “since I cannot find it myself.” “Give it up! Give it up,” he said, and turned away with a sudden jerk, like people who want to be alone with their laughter.

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She could see she was becoming a thoroughly unlikable person. Each time she opened her mouth she said something ugly, and whoever was nearby liked her a little less. These could be strangers, these could be people she loved, or people she knew only slightly whom she had hoped would one day be her friends. Even if she didn't say anything, even if all she did is seem a certain way, have a look on her face, or make a soft sound of reaction, it was always unlikable—except in the few cases that she fixed herself on being likable for the next four seconds (more than that was impossible) and sometimes that worked, but not always.
Why couldn't she be more likable? What was the problem? Did she just not enjoy the world anymore? Had the world gotten away from her? Had the world gotten worse? (Maybe, probably not. Or probably in some ways but not in the ways that were making her not like it). Did she not like herself? (Well, of course she didn't, but there was nothing new in that.)
Or had she become less likable simply by growing older—so that she might be doing the same thing she always did, but because she was now forty-one, not twenty, it had become unlikable because any woman doing something at forty-one is more unlikable than a woman doing it at twenty? And does she sense this? Does she know she is intrinsically less likable and instead of resisting, does she lean into it, as into a cold wind? Maybe (likely) she used to resist, but now she sees the futility, so each morning when she opens her mouth she is unlikable, proudly so, and each evening before sleep she is unlikable, and each day it goes on this way, she getting more unlikable by the hour, until one morning she will be so unlikable, inconveniently unlikable, that she will have to be shoved into a hole and left there.

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An outburst of anger near the road, a refusal to speak on the path, a silence in the pine woods, a silence across the old railroad bridge, an attempt to be friendly in the water, a refusal to end the argument on the flat stones, a cry of anger on the steep bank of dirt, a weeping among the bushes.

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She would always sleep with her husband and with another man in the course of the same day, and then the rest of the day, for whatever was left to her of that day, she would exploit by incanting, “French film, French film.”

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“I Don’t Need Anything from Here” by László Krasznahorkai

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“I Don’t Need Anything from Here” by László Krasznahorkai

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I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquillity, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I’ve looked into what’s coming, and I don’t need anything from here.