Flash Fictionalz

          I had the strangest dream last night. Are nightmares even allowed to be called dreams? Why shouldn`t they? What is it that makes them so different in the end? Not all dreams are nightmares, but the rule doesn`t apply the other way around, does it? It`s unfair, perhaps, that evil is always isolated, blamed, set aside and damned. After all, nightmares are nothing but dreams that have gone wrong, aren`t they? I was so glad when I woke up and realized it was just a dream.           I woke up and I saw your father next to me, and he was so handsome. I touched his hair and he opened his eyes while he smiled at me, and I was relieved I was actually in bed with him. He`s the one, I came to realize that after having belived I had lost him. But I guess I`ve always known. From the moment I set my eyes upon him, I knew we were meant to be together forever, and that`s why I was so glad when I realized he was still around, for it was just...

Because mom and dad weren`t around much, I was quite used to doing everything the way I wanted to and when I decided to. For instance, I would prioritize video-games and music over homework and school assignments, naturally. I mean, who wouldn`t? What kid wouldn`t? Responsible ones, you say. Well, I wasn`t one of those. The problem though, was that with this perfect schedule of mine, my grades went from acceptable to horrideous, and for some future concerning reason, mom and dad were not too pleased to find that out. So, I`m guessing that at the time they discussed a reasonable solution to their problem; they hired a tutor.  Verena was a young girl who lived a couple of blocks down the street from us. Now there's something you need to understand about her, and I'll do my best to fully narrow it down. Starting with her peculiar, yet generic lemniscate tattoo on her right wrist, she was unlike any other girl I had ever seen. She was the personification of all the things I deemed...

Amelia had been telling me all about the window across the street from our apartment for a while now. The first time she mentioned it was a couple of weeks ago. It was late at night, and I was in bed waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom in one of her most sexy lingeries. As she slowly walked towards me, she stopped suddenly and said she had spotted a couple living in an apartment right across from ours. I must admit that at the time I had no interest in the story whatsoever, and my face managed to reveal all of my lack of interest; it wasn`t enough to stop her from further explaining, though.  "What about the couple, Lia? What`s so interesting about them?" "The girl was alone yesterday, when I first spotted them." She said. "I bet she`s not alone anymore. I bet they`re having fun. Let`s take a look." "How do you even know they`re a couple?" "Intuition. You wanna make a bet?" We were the kind of couple that ...