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About binkyproductions

Binky Productions is a video production company that produces Films, Commercial Videos and Multimedia for artists. Binky Ink is the writing division for freelance and fiction writing, as well as screenplay formatting. Celinka Serre is also a YouTuber for Dragon Age gaming, and Green Healing for alternative and natural healing from abuse.

He Kissed Me — Even If I Might Be Sick – About the Guy I Dated Twice Part 1

‘If you puke, just not on my new running shoes, okay?’

We were sitting on a swing at his family’s chalet. His family is also my best friend’s family, though this was in a different town. We were semi-camping.

My best friend J, a good friend of ours, and I biked to the town where J’s cousin M lived. And not far was a little chalet-type trailer with a park-like backyard. This was at the start of summer.

I’ve spoken about M before — he was the guy who was stolen from me by the girl who broke my nose.

He’s actually a sweet guy, so much so that I dated him twice.

The first time, I was 16, and we had eaten some fast food that wasn’t sitting well with me. I thought I was going to be sick. I kept moaning and clutching my stomach.

He stayed out on the long swing with me all night, holding my hand, the other wrapped around my shoulder, as we gently rocked.

‘If you puke, just not on my new running shoes, okay,’ he said to me.

We had been flirting a bit before that, and then more openly. It had been very clear to my friends that I had taken quite a liking to M, and then he made it clear he’d taken a liking to me.

He played the guitar too. He’s the one who introduced me to The Offspring’s music — they became my favourite band (though they switch places from time to time with my number two fav band, Linkin Park).

M also played some songs for us. He enjoyed playing the song Crazy by Aerosmith. And even if I’m not a big fan of that band, I was enthralled by his playing.

As I sat there on the swing, terrified of being sick, M stroked my hair, whispering sweet nothings to me. We chatted all night long. And then he turned to me, his hand on my chin, tilting my face up to his, and kissed me tenderly.

‘Courageous,’ I told him. ‘I might be sick.’

‘I like to be daring sometimes, though I trust you’ll turn your face away if you are.’

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What Is Unicorn Flu? Fiction Short Story — Humor — Comedy

The Premise: Sometimes my brain plays tricks on me and I blurt things out that don’t make sense. I was putting on my unicorn socks (socks with unicorns on them) and voiced ‘unicorn flu.” Then I began to ask myself, what would that look like, and why would anyone NOT want to catch it? Here is my answer.

Unicorn Flu is an extremely rare and uncommon illness.

No one knows how one catches it since it is not transmitted from another human. But when you have it, everyone knows you have it, so beware.

Its name comes from the colourful symptoms that afflict a person who has succumbed to it.

As of yet, there is no treatment, though symptoms should alleviate after 2 to 3 weeks.


Unicorn Flu acts primarily like any other regular cold, but with little chance of fever, with little to no nasal congestion. However, it comes with its own set of odd and unique symptoms that distinguish it from any illness ever before known in human history.

These symptoms include:

  • Mucus will alternate between the various colours of the rainbow, especially when expectorating through the nose.
  • You will also be very prone to farting pink puffs of glitter.

Glitter gets everywhere.

Many people try to avoid anyone who has Unicorn Flu, not because they may catch it but because they simply do not wish to bring home glitter only for it to get in everything and onto everyone else.

We advise people with Unicorn Flu not to use public transportation for the sake of not spreading the glitter.

Statistics have shown that people with Unicorn Flu enjoy partying at raves where they are specifically given beans to eat so they can provide glitter inside the club

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The Traveller’s Lament – Epic Fantasy Song — Medieval Fantasy — Fiction

We hear of travellers long ago,
Who slew great beasts and won some gold.
We hear how they overcame their foes,
Bringing hope and peace, and how they were bold.

But when they die, what happens next?
New fears come home and perils stay,
New heroes come along and there’s no time to rest,
For fight they must, risk their lives if they may.

And what about me, when do I go,
And prove myself to everyone?
I will dare to defeat and overcome fear and foe,
I will be as great as the greatest, when I am done.

Now that the shadows are clearly seen,
And the enemy strives to kill,
I shake and shiver — what does all this mean?
I hide away. I cannot find my will.

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When Did We Cross These Lines? Dark Poem — Dark Poetry

Me: Well, we’ll go with a different one today, since I can’t find the boogie one.

Ah well, I have no idea where I put it now. It’s a boogie-type song I wrote. I want to give it a sinister twist. Let’s put it out there for me to find it.

Apologies for the short rant.

Today’s poem is…interesting. It reads like a song. I don’t remember when I wrote or what mindset I was in. What my message was, so I will leave its interpretation up to you.

When Did We Cross These Lines?

When does a smile become a smirk?
When does the truth become a lie?
When does gratitude become regret?
When does forgiveness become revenge?
When does companionship become solitude?
When did you become so cruel?

What does it take to make you happy?
‘You’re beautiful,’ is just not good enough.
You want more than you need.
‘Let go my hand, you’re too rough.’
We all want to be left alone.

When does love become hate?
When does friendship become condescension?
When does openness become stubbornness?
When does knowledge become ignorance?
When does wisdom become cunning?
When did you become so false?

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