Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

“Lost touch” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

“Have we met before?” The question is simple. It is just 4 words, not too long to be one of those overly complicated sentences that feel like they have no end, not too short that you’d miss it, while you’re still thinking about the overly complicated sentences that feel like they have no end.  Have we met before? Only once, but oh, it lasted a lifetime. You were such a beauty, in your flower dress, with the way the sun was kissing your cheeks and turning your hair into melted gold that I was begging to touch. Oh, the satin feel of your ...

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“Strawberry Kiss” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #269

Magic is everywhere around us. In the way we sing, we love and we hate… How we create, dream and achieve. It's in that first cup of coffee in the morning. It's the kids that our parents give us when we scratch our knees on the playground. Magic is everywhere around us. But mine? Mine was in the back pocket of my jeans, in a pink, heart shaped bottle, and as I later found out, it was never ending. At first, it was nothing more than a little trinket a fortune teller had given me. And, well, it was a strawberry lip gloss, and I was right, so…...

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“Forgive me, Father” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #268

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE OR SELF HARM, GORE, MENTAL HEALTH, VIOLENCE Forgive me, Father I love the Sunday mass. I loved the way my tiny town was buzzing with anticipation. I loved how everybody made time for it, how they would schedule their otherwise busy lives, just so we can all gather together. I loved how we would sing, sing, sing, with all our hearts, until the air run out from our lungs. I loved how then we would all get quiet, drop on our knees and pray. Some of us for forgiveness, others for love or luck… We would hold our hands, w...

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“Be a critic” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #141

One time I got asked to participate in a stand up comedy open mic. Got told that I'm fun and charming, that my stories, or at least the way I tell them, are entertaining.  All that being said, it didn't come off as something too difficult at the moment. I mean, I do have a sence of humour - and a marvelous one, especially if you catch me on a 'wave' or in a mood. Nah, I make people laugh, I do those fun little bits, I have the snarkiest of remarks in all the right places and, quite frankly, I'm fun to be around. I don't have a problem...

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“New Beginning” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #84

I: Dear Diary,  It’s now day… What? 16? 17? I don’t know. They were extremely fast on their decision to lock me in the cage and throw away the key. Determined, really. I’m impressed. The same people that participate in great movements, human rights this, human rights that, everyone has the right to a second chance… And here I am, alone in my cell, no windows whatsoever, my door is this massive metal piece with a small, mocking little hole on the bottom from where I receive my food and not a fucking soul to talk to. Oh, and this anno...

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“Divided” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #83

A tale, one as old as time, A love that brought them to life. Two hearts, beating as one, One curse, to leave them undone. -- Young children are always adorable. They don't see money, they don't see class, they don't see the thousands of rules we adults are committed to. But they see crystal the ideals we strive for - love, friendship, honesty, valor. The rules are simple. The hearts are pure. Dreams are nothing more but just a simple possibility. And this is why the wide, full of hedges and perfectly trimmed rose bushes, the garden ec...

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“Rene” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Submitted to Contest #76

Trigger warning: abuse Hello, Rene.   I want to tell you so many things. Thousands and thousands and thousands of words, just hitting against the walls of my brain, I feel them, on the top of my tongue, they are sour, they poison me, day by day.   But I never could. And I never will be able to.   I never learned to call you ''mom'', did I? Maybe because I never saw you as one. You are merely the person who had the misfortune of giving birth to the disgusting creature I turned out to be. And after that, you became just someone ...

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“Life After Midnight” by Yoana Krasteva-Pyuzantyan

Pennywise: Hello and welcome to Life After Midnight! I am your all-time favourite clown - Pennywise, and today we are interviewing a fellow colleague of mine - Freddie Krueger. Mister Krueger, you wrote a very strongly opinionated letter to us, asking us to invite you to our show - would you care to share it with our lovely audience? Freddie Krueger: Oh, I care, alright? Sure I care! Because this can not continue in that manner! This is completely outrageous and I am even shocked that there are not more people, and creatures, of course, whic...

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