Hadar Badt

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StoryThe Real Yellow Banana Hadar Badt09 years 2 months ago
StoryHow to Excel at Make-Believing Hadar Badt09 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd You Call Yourself a Diva?! Hadar Badt59 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Witch of the Abandoned Streets - Part 2 Hadar Badt29 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Witch of the Abandoned Streets - Part 1 Hadar Badt09 years 3 months ago
StoryFishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 2 Hadar Badt29 years 4 months ago
StoryFishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 1 Hadar Badt19 years 4 months ago
StoryCement, Wire and Blood Hadar Badt69 years 6 months ago
StorySafe and Sound Hadar Badt29 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen Karma Is a Bitch and Ego Is Her Lover Hadar Badt29 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Land of Broken Things Hadar Badt79 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Art of Silencing a Broken Heart Hadar Badt59 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Unknown White Hadar Badt49 years 7 months ago
StoryMorning Hadar Badt09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhat If There Was No Us? Hadar Badt09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Girl and the Rain Hadar Badt09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Distance Hadar Badt29 years 7 months ago
StoryBlossoms of Enstrangement Hadar Badt29 years 9 months ago
StoryOut Here Hadar Badt09 years 9 months ago
StorySeven Steps Away Hadar Badt49 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Evil of You Hadar Badt410 years 8 months ago

My stories

The Real Yellow Banana

She held the doll close to her heart and made her way through all of the people at the fair. Down here, no one had a face and nothing seemed familiar...

How to Excel at Make-Believing

“How much longer before we can eat? The pizza is getting cold,” I muttered, hoping she’d notice my growing irritation. She didn’t. I wasn’t surprised...

Fishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 2

Otto completely ignored my cheeky attitude, the expression on his long face dead serious. “Because you already know where your dream is. You don’t...

Fishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 1

Twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years had gone by and where was I? It was as if my life had passed me by, flowing rapidly toward the dreaded end...

Cement, Wire and Blood

You don't know me yet you fear me. I've never done anything to harm you, to wrong you, yet you hate me. And why? Is it my religion that scares you so...

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