Hadar Badt

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StoryThe Real Yellow Banana Hadar Badt09 years 10 months ago
StoryHow to Excel at Make-Believing Hadar Badt09 years 10 months ago
StoryAnd You Call Yourself a Diva?! Hadar Badt59 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Witch of the Abandoned Streets - Part 2 Hadar Badt29 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Witch of the Abandoned Streets - Part 1 Hadar Badt09 years 12 months ago
StoryFishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 2 Hadar Badt210 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFishing Dreams by the Spree- Part 1 Hadar Badt110 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCement, Wire and Blood Hadar Badt610 years 2 months ago
StorySafe and Sound Hadar Badt210 years 3 months ago
StoryWhen Karma Is a Bitch and Ego Is Her Lover Hadar Badt210 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Land of Broken Things Hadar Badt710 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Art of Silencing a Broken Heart Hadar Badt510 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Unknown White Hadar Badt410 years 3 months ago
StoryMorning Hadar Badt010 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat If There Was No Us? Hadar Badt010 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Girl and the Rain Hadar Badt010 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Distance Hadar Badt210 years 3 months ago
StoryBlossoms of Enstrangement Hadar Badt210 years 6 months ago
StoryOut Here Hadar Badt010 years 6 months ago
StorySeven Steps Away Hadar Badt410 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Evil of You Hadar Badt411 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Distance

A soft whisper calls for you, caressing the sleeping night and lingering in the cool air. It must be a dream, you tell yourself, and close your eyes...

What If There Was No Us?

What if it was just me? What if there was no you? No us? Would I still be me? Would I still be myself? What if I could point my finger to the exact...
Cherry

The Unknown White

On that day came the unknown White. It was just another Mediterranean afternoon. Only a few days before that the majestic sun shone brightly, sending...
Cherry

And You Call Yourself a Diva?!

Eli was standing in the bride’s gazebo, checking herself out in front of the huge mirror brought there earlier by the staff. They closed the gazebo...

The Girl and the Rain

The nameless girl had always loved the rain. She loved the rain during those late winter afternoons, when she sat down in the lit kitchen, her mother...

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