She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.Continue reading “Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear”
A sea of sparrows lifts into the air. It was like the entire golden fields were reaching to the sky. We were all trying to see beyond them. Thousands and thousands of fleeting shadows cutting our sight. The chirping coming from all sides made it impossible to understand from where the screams where coming from. “Stay behind me, boys!!”- Tim screamed. Mile’s was behind me holding my shoulders. I did what Tim said. I could see in his eyes he was afraid but at the same time focused. I still don’t know what made me trust him up until that moment, and especially on that moment. “I won’t let anything happen to you, boys. Just stay put!” – He continued.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter III”
You said you wanted to spend so many more summers with me.
You wanted to see so much more.
“The world, in all its width.” You said.
You wanted to taste the salty taste of the ocean,
bathe in the sea of emotions.
You wanted to flee reality, to be everywhere,
but not with yourself. “So let’s go, now!” You wrote.
You have always been a fascination for me.
Fascinatingly beautiful and dangerous.
We ran so fast that my sneakers sole was starting to come out.
A cloud of dust was beginning to rise with our rushed steps. I remember looking back one time, once we were far enough for me to have the courage to do it. The sun was almost catching the horizon, its blood red color combined with all the dust in the air made me feel I was seeing the earth burning. I could hear my brother sobbing. I wanted to stop and comfort him but I was too afraid for our lives. “Run, Miles!” – Those were the only words I was capable to pronounce at that time. We were about a half a mile away from the village when we spot a car coming towards us.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter II”
I was never good with goodbyes.
I always felt a bitter taste on my mouth when I saw someone of whom I liked leaving. Not because of the fact that I would miss them, I actually was always lingering for a little bit of sorrow from time to time. No, it was because I could never express to them how much I cared. It was always too hard for me to show emotions when I was a kid. I always felt naked and vulnerable by doing it. So much I wished to be different, to don’t disappoint others, to not make them think I’m some kind of sociopath.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter I”
How many of my thoughts are just spilled wine? Promises of a future that became stains. They will always be there for me to remember who I was and the life I aspired. They come from a time where I used to think how much I had already accomplished. My young mind was impossible to break down, happiness was always present due to the promise of time. I looked to days to come like constellations high above in the night sky. What is there to find out? How long would it take me to get there? How small was I compared to them, how big can I grow? Continue reading “Thoughts: Spilled wine”
I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then there’s this slightly suggested smile and this: “Sweet.”
Continue reading “Thoughts: I’m naive and I’m fine with it.”
There I was. Hoping and hopping. Eager to get something I don’t want. Apply. Put on your mask and smile. Study your cliché list, memorize it, some jokes maybe? No, too much. Who has time to laugh? Put your head down and let them absorb you. Feel the anxiety mixed with a monochord vomiting of words. Don’t fall asleep, soldier!
Your mamma is counting on you. You are getting to old to eat at her table. Aren’t you tired of being left out?
I’ve been floating for years only with the sound of my own voice. It shouts inside my head like in a long hall: “Is there anybody out there?” – The sound travels afar and it fades. Where am I? The smells, the faces, they are gone. My memory leaked into space, year by year, leaving an invisible trace. The route back is lost. Continue reading “Fiction: The Voyager II”
With each visit she aged more and more, with that time beauty had also left her. Her eyes were red and shiny when she sat opposite him. He knew it was because of him and that it was not the only time he made her cry. When he married her he loved her, at least he felt an affection for her. She was pretty and warm-hearted. She was from a legal family and had money. Her grandfather left an inheritance and that was very convenient for him because he had a lot of debts.