Echo of the past 17 [ENG]Echo of the past 17 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from translator and author: this chapter took 6h to translate. I know my translations are not perfect. Try it yourself. I'm no genius. Just a fan ; )
Before you start reading the second part [starting with words: "three days..."]
please listen to the soundtrack, link to which you can find down below under the first star.
- Ohhh...You look terribly awful - said the light haired man as a means of saying hello, standing in the opened door, that only a few days ago were a gateway to freedom.
In the newcomers voice you couldn't actually find an ounce of pity, that the words said in Norwegian, might have suggested. The man pretended a false worry for a moment, but in a matter of seconds it changed into a wide unpleasant smile.
The flat owner frowned seeing that face and gave the man a disdainful look full of animosity. Without saying a word, with a tilt of his head he called the newcomer in.
Not waiting with a slight limp he went slowly to sit on the sofa, tha
Innocent ObsessionI love moments like these. He’s asleep. My love. Whenever I cant sleep he’s dreaming, always, all night thru. He never had problems sleeping. I love it. Yes sure, I have to wake him every time so he gets up at all before the evening but Its way better than having him being awake all night, not able to find rest. He needs rest, he really does. He’s so nervous and scared when he’s awake, it must be so exhausting, no wonder he needs so much sleep. Being awake always just meant stress and uncomfortable situations for him. But never ever in his sleep, he could probably happily sleep thru the apocalypse.Innocent Obsession1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
So relaxed and calm, it’s the time of the day when I can observe his gorgeous form without making him uncomfortable or trying to hide or look different than he does. He’s so wonderful the natural way he is. Since I moved in here we keep the windows closed at night and he usually sleeps without any blanket, no wonder, he’s super warm, he even warms me
The Mask With A CrackThe Mask With A Crack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mask, but you can't see
I have used it all day, even for my family
They think they know, they think they see
They hope they know the real me
But they don't, and they won't see
Because I'm too emotional, to be me
I'm afraid to get hurt, afraid to open up
I'm not a book, you can't open up
They have told me, '' You're a great actor ''
They don't know why, they don't know how I learned to act
I'm an actor all day, and a wear a mask
I can't get hurt, they can't touch me
I let one in, I let her see
I was told, that she loved me
And we were happy, young and free
Now she hates to even think about me
After she left, my mask got a crack
It's not completely intact
And behind it I'm crying, I'm dying
But they just can't see, the crack is small
It gets bigger every day, I'm hurt and they can soon see
They can soon see the real me
When someone pressed on, teased me about my ex
I spat on his goddamn face, I'm falling apart and I keep breaking
This crack, this crack is making me lose control
Old TricksYour lonely collarboneOld Tricks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers of destruction,
and flowery obituaries.
it sings of has been stories, and
But, only when I
dare open my eyes.
You weren't the pixie goddess
I painted with pretty words.
You were hard life pains,
and those nasty little pleasures
[ we never dared to talk about. ]
But, I'll save you the trouble
of a halfhearted denial&
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never MeetThursday nights are silver screened.Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At nine, it's time once again to air
the prelude to a dream.
I wait, eyes square, for the immaculate
contours of your face to appear:
the features of a lover I'll never meet.
It seems strange to say
(a kind of admission of defeat),
but to be honest I'm OK
with the pause, rewind, replay
that makes up our relationship.
You have to admit,
knowing I'd never flip
channels or walk out when
you're in a scene
is a devotion, of sorts.
I expect nothing in return.
I know you know nothing of me.
But I can't help but love you;
your close-ups, your scripted smile,
the way you lean towards the screen
of your plastic box and speak
only and always to me.
How could I not - a lonely girl,
curled on the sofa - have eyes
only for you? Think of it
(as I do) as a healthy obsession.
Because it's true, I'll say it,
I think you're perfection.
But don't worry: I'm OK with only
watching from afar, only dreaming
of a touch or a kiss. It's enough
for me just to see you on screen
Daisies“The thing about daisies is, they’re always butchered. Have you ever noticed that? A kid will sit down in a middle of a flowery field and rip up daisies, killing them, gutting them, slinging them around their necks as a primitive necklace. People think daisy chains are cute, I however find them grotesque. Honestly, daisies are alive, and should be treated as such. Daisies have feelings too, dude.”Daisies8 years ago in Teen More Like This
“Frank, do you really believe any of that bullshit you just said?”
I raised my eyebrows at my best friend, smirking slightly as he shrugged his stocky shoulders and fell back in the grass, staring apathetically up at the sky. I watched him for awhile, my palms flat over the undergrowth, my knees drawn up off the ground.
It was a sunny day, for February, and we young college lads were taking full advantage of the situation by lounging about on campus. My sketchbook was lying in the grass at my side, open on an empty page my hands were itching to fill and yet my br
.i don't sleep to dream.i could show you what my dreams are made of.i don't sleep to dream.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world fades away
but i haven't slept since summer
and I'm drinking vodka like it's love
because I want to be beautiful again
with the liquor on his lips
and the blue dress I lost I find
awake or asleep it is you I love.
Obsessive Compulsive DisorderWhen I was little, it use to amaze me how colors were made. In art class I would sit and mix paint because blue and red didn't stay the same when they fell in love. Every single color found its match and danced beautifully as I swirled them together. Black and white were my favorites. I'd pour the creamy paint into a bowl and watch as black and white swirls, turned into grey swirls and owned the container holding it captive. Grey was amazing to me. Because black and white are nothing alike, and grey is in the middle. Black is dark and scary and demanding. And white is graceful, and trusting, and clean. Grey is nothing. Grey is bland. And safe. Grey is careful. And I would do anything to be grey.Obsessive Compulsive Disorder4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Friendship is black and turns to ash in my hands. It is dust, so hard to hold. I am keeping still so none escapes, but it feels like at any moment, the wind will kick up and steal it all away. Every move I make is monitored and judged. I am wary about my words and am second guessing everything.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Running away from realityRunning away from reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look me in the eyes
And with complete confidence
Tell me that you understand.
Know what I've been through,
Know how I feel,
Somehow these words only cause pain.
The butterflies from long ago
Have awoken, deep inside,
Only this time in a new form.
Along with clouds of fear,
And drops of anxiety,
stronger as the heartbeats get faster,
for it is the beginning of a storm.
Should I trust a stranger
That knows me so well
And jump into the water,
Even though I can drown
In a lake of confusion
Where my mind will eventually shatter,
Or should I run away, And wait for the one
That will wake the butterflies once again,
This time gently, without scaring them away,
Being able to bring the rainbow ,
With no need of rain?
As I look in the mirror the rainbow fades,
All I can see is gray.
Forgotten dream that never came true,
Got washed away, in a river of words ,
That I will never be able to say.
More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+"Sirius?"More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He turned over and propped himself up, his elbow making a large dent in his soft pillow, to look at me. His eyes danced in the moonlight, and were made even more beautiful by the love they reflected.
But...I didn't understand why.
"Hm?" he questioned.
"Sirius, why...why me?" I whispered.
He let out a bark-like laugh. "Is that all you woke me for?"
I flushed, easily embarrassed by my question. Soon he would give me an answer that would make me seem like even more of a fool. But I had to know.
I looked him straight in the eye, trying to ignore his grinning features. "You could have had anyone...even James, if you had wanted him bad enough! So why..."
"Why choose you?" he interrupted, his face hardening in slight annoyance. "Why choose you, the most dangerous creature in the school?"
I flinched at his choice of words, but he was right. I was a monster...I barely even deserved him as a friend.
"First off, I didn't choose you," he continued, "for you can't simply choose to fall in
The Gift of Knowledge The snow was falling again, yet Lërna was not at all annoyed. She rather enjoyed the peculiar whiteness that descended in silence from the wooly clouds above, and she spent the gray mornings wandering contentedly through her sylvan world, observing every detail it had transformed. The only negative aspect she could think of was the new difficulty in finding food. She missed the friendly offerings that had been left for her in the past.The Gift of Knowledge6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She moved delicately on her small, feathered hooves. She was loath to destroy the simple perfection of the millions of mounded snowflakes, and for a brief moment she mused on how fascinating it would be to float above the silvered ground, to avoid marring it so she might continue to witness its flawless beauty. She stood silent, torn between play and reluctance, unable to make her decision. Then she took a deep breath and fe
Bare BonesYou know that saying -Bare Bones7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About skeletons in your closet
Well I dont have mere skeletons
No motley collection of bones for me, oh no
I have a whole cemetery in my wardrobe
Row upon countless row of tombstones
Hiding the bare white bones of turmoil and torment
Scrawled on each marble slab is a significant date
Marking every occasion on which my soul was mangled
Every single day on which I suffered
Every night I was deprived of sleep
Every single time I stumbled to my knees and fell, weeping
Because demons came knocking at my door
And I had nowhere to escape
Oh yes the demons love me
They have made of me their whore
For I am weak and vulnerable to the vultures of degradation
And they love to pick my brittle bones clean
Pecking away every last shred of dignity and delight
And when they are sated at last
Flapping their harpy wings into the blackened sky
There I lie
A sorry and despicable sight
Quivering in a skeletal ball
Like a dying child
Hugging my knees to my bloodied chest
Screw LoveI used to buy in to the global conspiracyScrew Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Used to think love was the fairytale dream
A handful of magic dust and blood-red roses
Kisses beneath a glistening moon
I used to believe that once I found love -
If I ever did -
My life would be complete
The last piece of the puzzle would slot into place
And there I would be, fully formed
The girl who had everything
But it wasnt to be
Instead I sit here in my eyrie
Far above the world
Detached, in a cocoon of quicksilver misery
And in my hand I hold my heart
Just look at it
Examine its bruised and bloodied epidermis
The sloughed off flesh, the scars left by
Broken promises and bitter words spoken in the heat
Look at the watermarks where my unshed tears brimmed over
Look how ruined and blemished Love has left it
Screw love - I renounce it
Love to me is blasphemy now
A curse upon my withered flesh
Love is the bane of my embittered existence
And I never want to see her marble face again
For I know the truth now
I have been enlighten
Death"Do you fear death?"Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th
Before the Real Story BeginsBEFORE THE REAL STORY BEGINSBefore the Real Story Begins8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once upon a time there was a boy.
He looked like an ordinary boy. He talked and walked like an ordinary boy. He went fishing with his father and chopped wood in the evening just as other boys did. His yellow hair was not unheard of, and his grey eyes not impossible for a boy to have.
One day the boy and his father left the little house in the woods, where he thought they had always lived, and always would. They walked a long time, until they passed out of the woods, and came to a place where the trees were far apart, and a smell of salt was in the air, and the boy could see the great grey sea filling the horizon. They came to a village, and found a little house close to it, on the top of a hill. Its windows were dark, and no smoke came from the chimney on the roof. The boy's father put a few coins in the hand of a man who stood nearby, and they went inside, and lit a fire, a
InsomniacsIt was one of those really undecided nights. You know, cloudy skies, threatening rain, stars shining too brightly to be natural. I just sat there on my bed, watching all this through the panes of my bedroom window. It’ll sound stupid to you, but insomnia isn’t always such a cumbersome thing. It isn’t exactly onerous either. To me it was like a gift, something I treasured because it gave me a twilight view of the world.Insomniacs8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The streets outside my house looked so different in the night time. Deserted corners, which usually held stalls or beggars asking for money. You know that sort of thing. It was strange to watch my road with nobody walking down it. No kids playing tricks, no romantics walking hand in hand, no grouchy old gits brandishing their walking sticks. It was just the night and I loved that.
The darkness was comforting really. They say that darkness spreads fear but not to me. That’s bullshit. Darkness is peace and it’s utter quiet. All you can make ou
My LoveMy Love.My Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After so long,
You can't feel anymore,
You've had too many bruises,
And so many pains.
So you nearly give up,
To end all the shame.
Soon to the night,
That you can end it all,
You meet someone,
Someone who is...
And you can't pull away.
You feel something inside you spark,
A surprise after being so empty.
You talk to him some,
And everytime you do,
You gain a thirst for more.
Again you see him
And you are so joyed.
You find yourself thinking about him,
In your freetime
And sometimes more.
You want to know everything about him,
And you can't seem to get enough.
Next you talk to him,
And everything brightens.
The more your life goes on,
Happier its gets.
You both start to go out,
And not far between,
You finally admit,
To yourself and to him
You are in love with him,
More than you've ever been.
Frustration„Can you believe we’re here?“ Francis played with the damp grass surrounding them, watching the sky go from black, over violet, to a lovely, warmer getting orange.Frustration1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Alec leaned back until he was laying on the ground, eyes closed, feeling it getting warmer by the minute. „I know I saw a lot of sunrises in my life, but never like this. You know what I mean?“ Francis nodded „I think.“
„Moments like this make me realize I’m here and alive, still alive.“ Francis nodded again when Alec sat back up to look at him. Always lovingly, never disgusted or dissapointed. Every day it made Francis wonder how he deserved moments like these.
„Not just alive but alive together with you.“
Francis chuckled at that and looked back at the sun and her first rays, lighting up the atmosphere, brightening the world, warming their bones.
„Can I ask you something?“ Turning his head back at Alec he accepted „Hm?“
Mal'ah - HebrewמלאךMal'ah - Hebrew9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
הלילה ארוך כל כך
ואני לא אוותר
על אותה נשיקה אחרונה
שחשבת לתת לי
חכה, אל תלך
תן לי לנשום אותך
עוד שאיפה אחת ממך
אני לא יודעת מי בוכה בי
אישה בודדה או ילדה מאוהב