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Amelia Allen Damnation

By Hülya Uçar
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This long story was written without facing the facts in large houses which all the tricks had been living behind back doors of the rooms . Some things have no reason to exist in life, some want real things as scared of all dreamy air flying around real life like a secret fog that only odds are able to see. The dreamy things which are called “nonsense and irrelavant ” make the realist ones who love money and power incredibly coward rabbits because loss of the contol cause them to be invisible ...

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White Lies

By Hülya Uçar
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I am walking around every nook and cranny in empty streets. It is two in the morning. Cats flying over the trash, drunk man from left to right as a very known crossword, ambulance siren to be deathless, few cars passing the life, a really silent song of dark blue with the odd but familiar asphalt scent… Am I afraid of the dark ? Maybe yes, maybe no… It drives me mad to always feel the same feelings that hurt me deeply with far away faces walking miles further… I slowed down the pavements, the...

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The Classic Car

By Hülya Uçar
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You will absolutely think me very old weird soul, no doubt, I am weird, five hundred years old soul, for living so many years. I must have had real good dreams, so long time with old lampshades, upon a light night, feeling a little bit timeless, though. I have never been well enough to make the life go on as it must be, usually living the mornings as a night owl, with dilemmas being far way early in life. Did I tell you I am addicted to classic cars? I am! Mostly, I feel like an old car which...

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The Impossible Love

By Hülya Uçar
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Knowing what I hadn’t done before you left the lands which we both breathed deeply, hurts me endlessly now. I clearly know that I really love you with my lungs breathing your secret in surviving realities. When at last I decided to walk to your apartment on 247th street, you had already gone to other heart-land. I haven’t told you how much and how long I have been loving your raspy voice singing country on highways, while I was whistling through the warm wind at late night. I had...

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The Secret face Of The Moon

By Hülya Uçar
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  There is no one in the town.The ones who came got back. The hotel has already been closed. The sadness of the summer end placed near the hotel ,easily. My suntan is a happy piece of caramel which hot weather gave me as a small award. My two eyes are in the right place but I couldn’t see Jacob. I am unaware of time if it passes quickly or not. My hair grew four centimeters. I cut it but nothing changed. My hair is growing up black now. The street lamp has been broken. The hotel is in...

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The Scary Life Fantasy

By Hülya Uçar
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I have trained my sights on joining a club. Sometimes people only look for something to live to breath for details, you know the ins and out, some shitty things. To be free has a deep joy but sometimes there is a need to be belonged to and own. I have always wanted to be free but this is the time to belong to a club. Everything is possible when you trust in yourself and I am sure that I can succeed it. Grass lovers association, haunted houses landlords association, voluntary pack rat followers...

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