Milla Stellan

Poem about the days of a week

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The week started with a bang
Hear how loud the joys of Sunday rang,
Monday is always a little slow
The first working day never fits with the flow,
Commute time for Tuesday feels long
It is time to turn on the speaker and sing along,
The middle of the week is finally here
Shouldn’t Wednesday be…

A 50-word flash fiction

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With his hands pressed against the window, he looked at Earth and saw an enormous, distinctive, mushroom-shaped cloud. Smaller explosions rocked the world down below.

“Center, do you copy?”


The five other people in the rocket were stunned as they traveled into the unknown in search of hope.

Poem About a Storm Chaser

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Rumbles erupted deep in the sky
The storm chaser refused to standby
Clouds turned a greenish shade
He ventured towards it unafraid.
He drove to the center of its eye,
He had no chance to attempt a retry.
With his equipment packed and ready
His hands holding the steering wheel steady
He saw the magnificent beast perform
Courting danger…

A 50-Word Flash Fiction

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With a camera in her hand, she stepped forward to capture what others feared. She watched the tornado and the destruction it left behind.

She had fallen in love with a killer with no way of getting out unscathed. She didn’t want to be saved, though.

She loved the chase.


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You laughed and lived
when I was with you,
You forgot your misery
when I held you,
You spoke with your eyes
when I saw you,
Your hands found mine
when I sat beside you,
A smile lit your face
whenever I met you,
What did you think
when I stayed with you?
Where did you go
when I needed you?
Are you for real?
Do I really know you?
Now that you are back,
What should I do?

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