Stories and News No. 749 It seems that in India four fifteen years old girls, after a note accusing their coach of harassment, have attempted to suicide. By eating the fruit of the tree of suicides… Once upon a time there was the tree of … Suicides? The young girl with frayed heart and torn soul asked. Yes, the tree of ... Perfect, you are what it does for me, she said. Or, she murmured with the remnants of breath still in his chest. Give me the fruit, she added in a tone just as faint, and make me put an end to everything. Of course, as you wish, the tree said. In order to get it, you have to climb on top because I take the deadliest gifts high on the most inaccessible peaks of the crown. Why? Because, you know, the poisonous narratives are the lightest, the fastest running in from belly to belly, and are all trendy, so they are commodity cheap. They are placed there, in the noble window. The young girl rallied the atrophied shadow of vital energy, survived the destru...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher