He wishes he were a skilled poet, it would fit his chosen image perfectly; the poor, tragic, tortured artiste. But he has no talent for words, neither for paints nor music; his uselessness is tremendously total.
Curtis AckieStichwörter: magic-realism surrealism absurdism alchemy magical-realism
As though eavesdropping, the whistling wind refuses to speak above a whisper. The winding road is cut into the side of the mountain in such a way that it seems they are not making any progress; the walk down will require endurance. She looks up at the cluster of clouds which have been pencilled in neatly against the sky, and hopes it doesn’t rain. It occurs rapidly, a geisha brusquely folding shut her fan; the sun sets, and brilliant darkness replaces light.
Curtis AckieStichwörter: dreams magic-realism surrealism alchemy
Unaware that he is only interested in the presumed parched pucker in her pants, she is more than happy to give him her phone number.
Curtis AckieStichwörter: humor alliteration short-stories absurdism
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