Tag Archives: Krystyna Fedosejevs

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Man in Love

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Rupert looked like a man in love. He sighed contentedly, walking about with star-studded eyes.

“Would you travel to the end of the world to be with her?” a friend asked.

“I certainly would,” Rupert responded.

He opened an atlas, grimaced at the page depicting the world. “Where’s the end?”

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her recent work has been published at Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, A Story in 100 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Healthy Christmas

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“We’re eating healthy this Christmas,” Mom announced. “No artificial flavours or colours.”

Six-year-old Joey winced. “Yuck, more Brouches schproats!”

“Nothing wrong with Brussels sprouts,” Mom said. “Or fruitcake with natural dried fruits.”

Joey and Dad frowned.

Then, a miracle happened: Grandma walked in bringing candy canes and chocolate marshmallow Santas.

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her published works can be found online and in magazines and anthologies.

MOUSTACHE MEMOIRS: Krystyna Fedosejevs – For a Worthy Cause

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“Have you decided on a style?” the man asked, donning an apron.

“Curved upwards. Similar to mine but without thinned ends.”

The snipping started. Grey facial hairs landed all about.

The client looked at his freshly trimmed terrier and sighed approvingly. “Perfect. Now our moustaches match, aligning Woofember with Movember.”

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her published works can be found online and in magazines and anthologies.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Bumper Crop

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Mr. Tomlin hesitated. Despite their dispute, how could he not give his next-door neighbour a bag of apples when other neighbours received theirs?

He stepped onto the porch, rang the doorbell.

“Want some apples? Bumper crop this year.” He cringed.

The neighbour paused, then said, “Much obliged. You like tomatoes?”

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her published works can be found online, in magazines and anthologies.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Wheels

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He chose two wheels, not four, for his commutes to and from work, citing improvement in health and environmental concerns.

When he started dating a co-worker, he worried she’d find him cheap.

Instead, she embraced his philosophical outlook and their love deepened as they wheeled a bicycle built for two.

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She delights neighbourhood cats with her singing.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Chocolate

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Day steamed summer perfect. Chocolate was on her mind. Not hot liquid or bars, but frosty, topped with whipped cream, crackling with ice.

She let him dip his straw to join hers, pulled in the last few drops as he tried to tug them his way.

Both, hot for chocolate.

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction. She delights neighbourhood cats with her singing.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Easter Bunny

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Abby cried at Easter as a child, watching the family across the street. Grownups hid sweets around their property. Children searched. “Easter egg hunt” it was called.

Such a silly custom, Abby’s mother said.

As an adult, Abby visited her married sister, becoming the Easter bunny for nieces and nephews.

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction. She delights neighbourhood cats with her singing.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Forget-Me-Not

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Melting; last of snow.

My flowerbeds spring into blossoms of ivory, rose, lemony yellow. When they fade, the blues of forget-me-nots. Stems I planted. From a bouquet you gave me.

See them rise under the warming sun, early rains of spring. I long to see you.

You have forgotten me.

Krystyna writes poetry, flash fiction, and short stories, and has been published both online and in print. She lives in Edmonton, Canada. Krystyna loves to travel the world and share her experiences through writing.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Laceration

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Blade angled, swift, slid through layered membrane like into soft butter.

Awakening life fluid. Forcing it to rupture rivulets, flow blood red on surface skin.

I could have screamed, demanded him to stop, but he had power over me.

“Operation successful,” the doctor said.

I looked down. Foot still there.

Krystyna is a former librarian. She’s now writing and publishing poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. She lives in Edmonton, Canada, and loves to travel the world and share her experiences through writing.

KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Autumn Drive

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He took her for a drive in the countryside, down a gravel road, past forests of red maples and golden oaks. Fading sunshine cast elongated shadows.

No one spoke.

He stopped the car, got out, and looked into her large, illuminated eyes.

“Still the prettiest coupe I know,” he said.

Krystyna Fedosejevs writes poetry, short stories and Flash Fiction. She has had several poems and flash fiction stories published. She is stationed in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, although she loves to travel around the world.