Dethroned MaskThat was the night I'll never forget .
I'm sure everyone knows that weird feeling of being followed. This stupid sense that someone stalks you every day and every night and when you turn around to catch the culprit, he disappears into thin air. If, indeed, there is someone following you. Because most of the times, it's only the fishy neighbor who's jealous of your new shoes or a kitty hidden behind trash bins. Isn't it? And what if I told you, you were verily stalked? That someone did follow you and he wasn't that fast to hide behind a tree? That your eyes, simply, weren't made to see him ? Would you believe me then or not ? Because you know you should wear glasses.
Friday was my favorite day. It was the last day of the week that I had college classes and most my weekends were free of work. I worked in a local candy shop around four blocks away from my house; a cute little house with a storehouse and a big yard. Well, actually, I had the whole
I Seek...They had been fighting for hours. It was a fight for power, for dominance. No one dared to touch the other's body. If they did, it would be lethal; their death. They compromised destroying everything else around them.I Seek...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She circled him with blazing eyes. They radiated a quenchless desire for revenge. She was on fire. He, on the other side, stood still at the same place. It was like he was frozen. He had his eyes closed but he could sense her. She was around him, provoking him to an endless fight. Her insistence bothered him. He opened his eyes, dark blue eyes, and pierced her with invisible blades. A faint cry slipped her lips. His cold indifference hurt her and that was enough to pull the trigger.
She covered the distance between them and attacked him without thinking the consequences. Her searing fire covered him as she embraced his figure with immaterial hands. He screamed in acute pain. Her heat melted his boneless body. She always found a way to destroy h
3... 2... 1... Wake Up!Three hours before3... 2... 1... Wake Up!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beep beepů beep beepů beep beepů beep be-
Aaron's hand fell heavily on the small blue device sitting on the bedside. The clock paused the annoying sound coughing a flatly "cling". Without opening his eyes, the man turned sides and hid his face deeper in the pillow. He had no interest in getting up any time soon. He pulled the covers higher to his bed, almost covering his head and sighed exhausted. Seconds later he drifted again in a heavy sleep.
Two hours before
Beep beepů beep beepů bee-
Aaron's fist landed on the clock with a loud "bang". A crack was heard from the poor device and then a breaking sound. The man raised his head to see it opened in half. "Fuck", he muttered under his breath. It was the fourth alarm clock the man had destroyed in ten days. He had started believing that he alone was financing the company. He could feel irritation building inside him. He shifted his body under the heavy blankets and laid on his back down. He opened his eye
A Sweet NightmareYou sneak like devil in my mindA Sweet Nightmare1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not at all ashamed!
You smile happily, my love
You enter freely in my dreams
You lay your body next to me
And then I seek you in my dream
But I can't hold your hand
I scream your name in my head
I woke that moment from the sleep
I see you by my side
You wrap me closer in your arms
You whisper me goodnight.
Petty AffairsOur meeting was shortPetty Affairs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So short as a butterfly visits a flower
And I couldn't tell you what I am
I am a Collector
And I collect the hardest and cruelest thing of all:
I roam in the streets
With ragged dreams and salty memories
-alcohol makes it easier to forget,
And if I see It
That something, you know
There's always something
I take it
In my collection
But there are times
when I have this urgent itch
Yet, I don't know where to go
I hide in my collection
Full of coffees, drinks, dancers...
Narrow alleys, accidental touches, forbidden loves
And words, words, so many words...
People lost themselves
I can't do anything about them
Treasuring the most important thing:
Things will go on as always
Life knows better
And I trust Her
I'm from them
Always smoking cheap cigarettes
Red is the theme tonightHe stood there, staring at a big, white emptiness. His eyes blank, hollow. It had been months since the passion had left his body transforming him into a cheap replica of what he used to be. Many didn’t notice the difference, but for the few ones he mattered the most, he was a different person, a stranger. He knew they would criticize him; his best friends. He hadn’t called them or kept in touch for months. They waited there for a sign of his to know he was alright. They waited patiently but the only thing he could do was to stare the white wall. He hadn’t noticed the empty packs of cigarettes and the filthy coffee mugs thrown all over the place. The heavy atmosphere from the smoke didn’t bother him. His body, tired and malnourished, was complaining for comfort but the only thing he was hungry of was passion, inspiration.Red is the theme tonight6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Disappointed, he took a half empty mug from the table and walked to the window. With the same resigned look, he gazed the view of his balco
The Right TimeThe first wave came unexpectedly a morning of April. Flames ran over her body with an unnatural speed. A fire eager to devour, destroy, obtain. It licked every part of her body, from head to toes, ignoring the screams of the girl. The whole world could hear her cries of help. She was begging to stop but the monstrous element laughed cruelly and continued its vicious deed. It was gluttonous in a terrifying way, wanting more and more. And when it finished tearing its victim’s body apart, it made its way to her soul. But the time was over. A bell was heard. A clear, crystal sound and the monster walked back to the dark.The Right Time1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The smell of burned flesh had filled the room. It was repulsing. Her wounds were deep and nasty; they were everyone’s worst nightmare. And even in a dream, no one could have survived. However, she did. And that was the most terrifying thing of all. She was still taking erratic breaths; her head was flinching from the pain. A pain coming from her heart. She coul
Rotten PeopleWhen their ideals will be unraveledRotten People1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the rusty strings of an old guitar
When no one will be there to wipe the tears they caused you
Don't wonder why you can't see the darkness in deserted alleys
It is because it will be in their "hearts"
Dirty containers of people who says their prayers before they sleep
And stab your soul in daylight
Those you should be afraid...
Those who steal your soul because they think
they'll save theirs
The beautiful words of your enemies
And the bitter of your friends
Because many will feign to be your family
Yet, everything but love they'll give you
Those you should be afraid...
Run, go away
The darkness in their hearts of them who call themselves protectors
It will kill you
Not your body
But your dreams
And they will make you what you hated the most
A copy of themselves
A Purposeless TripI ran for agesA Purposeless Trip1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a world without an end
To find freedom
Though nothing was free
And I was thinking in every step
Yet, I'm still walking
On a road full of thorns
And I feel it
It'll come the day
When I say
"I don't care"
And I'll mean it.
The Night of InsecuritiesI'm scared of dark.The Night of Insecurities1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's unknown and misterious.
It makes me feel vulnerable.
Reminds me of my fears.
Listen! You can hear them.
They're coming screaming.
Be quiet! You can hear them!
"Useless! Coward! Freak!"
They're laughing at me.
"You're a zero... A no one..."
Others whisper wickedly.
They enjoy it. I'm sure.
They enjoy torturing me;
mind, soul, heart.
"You can't do anything! Hopeless..."
Stop it! Shut it up!
You're wrong! You're all wrong!
You hear me?
But they laugh louder.
They don't hear me.
And I'll cry myself till tomorrow.
Till the torturing starts again...
Broken Hearts Like ToysNo one loves broken peopleBroken Hearts Like Toys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are ugly and difficult
as they are
They just stay there
Trying to collect their pieces
Or waiting for someone to make them whole
They wait and wait
But no one is coming
How many broken toys
have been chosen by children?
How many of them got repaired?
Why to choose something false
when there are brand new out there... (?)
And they are waiting and waiting...
And I am waiting and waiting...
Colorless ColorsHe was sitting there. When I came back from school, I found him still sitting there. He was a man, around his sixties, with rags embracing his fragile body. His face covered wild, white beard and was looking at the ground or gazing far away. He was sitting at the most central bus stop of the town with people passing him by every second but he didn't seem to notice a thing around him. He was invisible for the world and the world was hidden from him, like a curtain of mist. He was living in his world. A shapeless world where everything and everyone was accepted; where time and space didn't seem to matter.Colorless Colors1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I first saw the old man a few weeks ago. I was going to school with my mother. I was a big girl but she insisted to walk me to the bus stop and wait with me for the school bus. That made me mad because I wasn't a child anymore and if the other kids happened to see me, they would laugh at me and mock me at school. That's why I was whining all the time and refused t
A Poem of ErrorsBlack and white it isA Poem of Errors10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Real life, I was
Optimistic but still (a)
Key is missing, I think of
Every moment we had and
Now it's broken, oh my
Heart is bleeding and my
Eyes are dreaming, the day you walked
Away, you pushed me off your way and
Ruined all the way
The symphony of May
Don't Give Up On Me YetNo one is needed where I amDon't Give Up On Me Yet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's cold and dark and lonely
And I'm scared.
I hear you crying on my bed
And I want to try, to fight
But the kiss of death is close...
I won't lie.
I know I wasn't the best child
It goes all over in my mind
But I'm still here, listen!
Mum, it's weird where I am
This bed is foreign, it's not mine
The air in me is dry
And my heart will cry.
Please, mum, don't let me die.
Haiku 1Eyes black and flinty,Haiku 11 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
He watches you in the night,
Stopping hearts with fright.
Where you don't expect,
Around every dark corner,
He waits to catch you.
Ghost who haunts your dreams,
Creature of whispered legend,
He is Slenderman.
The Roads of Memories“The 7th of May, 1983 meant to be a significant date for the town of Olvica. It was a midsized city standing by a glittering coast and it was mainly constructed of yellow brick. Most of its revenue coming from fishing and tourism, it was a well known city, fairly wealthy until it became famous for its ruinous tax rates. That was when the nightmare began. Its trademark, the flea market started slowly decaying, fewer and fewer merchants were visiting the port to bargain for the products and cruise ships docked less frequently. The revenues shrunk so much in less than a year that most of the shops started closing and even the famous tavern “For Pleasure Only” became silent and dark. And when the people started to avoid getting out of their houses and using the local buses, the town fell asleep.The Roads of Memories10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
And the 7th of May came andnchanged everything. For the better or worse, you will tell. The new mayor, the last one hanged himself after his failure, came to the town from the cap
A Coward Angel“Go”, this is what they told you and you turned your back and left. I remember I saw you from the window; it was a summer evening, around eight o’clock when the orange of the sun had painted the sky. That orange light lay on your face. I still remember your expression. Pain, pride, and disappointment. I still remember… I’ve never been an expert on those things, these are complicated things, I don’t interfere, but that rejection hurt. Something you said, something they said; this is how these things happen. One word brings another and you end up hating yourself. But I think you didn’t. You took your things and left, without a word, without a scream, with nothing. I thought of stopping you. I opened that window but cowardice choked my words. I do regret it. How would I know what would happen? How could I foresee that choice? How…, my love…?A Coward Angel1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I left that house with my head high. I’ve heard enough, I’ve lived enough, I had
Ten Minutes In Somebody Else's LifeMarch 15, 1974Ten Minutes In Somebody Else's Life1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My dearest friend Lora,
It's been a while since the last time I wrote to you. I know and I deeply apologize. I hope you and your family are healthy and safe because things here turned from bad to worse. Last month we lost half of our unit defending Lofhood Bridge in the south valley. They sent a small group of soldiers as a bait to keep us busy and the rest of the division surrounded us. They were heavily armed, weapons we could only see in our dreams. They almost annihilated us, simply and clean. Of cource, none of us got away intact. A bullet hit me in the shoulder. The commander in charge sent me home for a few days. It's not that bad as they say, don't worry. The pain has subsided a lot and the only thing left to remind me of that horrible battle is an ugly scar.
I hate that you have to learn it from me but Stornburk is in a bad shape. I didn't expect to see that in my comeback. The enemy passed by the village a couple months ago and pillaged houses and shops. For
A Heart Balloon"Mum! Look! Balloons!!!", the little Tom exclaimed to his mother.A Heart Balloon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not far away, an old man, standing beside the ticket office of the amusement park, was selling colorful helium balloons. The young woman, Tom's mother, smiled to the surprised child and patted his head.
"Yeah, Tom. Aren't they wonderful?"
He nodded. "Mum, would you buy me one?"
"No, baby. I bought you cotton candy.", she ate one bite from the pink sweet and tried to feed the boy one, too. The child sealed his lips and refused to eat it.
The mother waved 'no'. Her action angered Tom and the boy started bobbing up down repeatedly. The dad staying behind the two of them, observed the scene with curiosity. When Tom pouted and turned his back to his mother, the woman mimicked his reaction. Dad tried to choke his laughter with great effort. He slipped away leaving the two of them angry. He, then, came back to his two loves holding one heart balloon. He hugged them from behind, getting everyone clos
ShortsA man walks into a bar with his dog, only to have the bartender see him and say, "I'm sorry sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, not pets allowed."Shorts1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man walks out dejectedly and sees another man about to walk in with his dog.
"The bartender just kicked me out for bringing my dog, he's going to kick you out, too."
The other man smiles and replies, "Watch this."
He walks in with his dog, and the bartender says something, pointing to the door. áThe other man holds up his hands and says something, motioning to the dog. áThe bartender shrugs and holds up his hands in apology. áThe man with his dog stays and has a drink, then leaves.
The other man had been waiting outside and seen the whole thing. áShocked, he asks the other guy, "How did you do that?"
The other man smiles and explains, "I just told him that the dog was my seeing eye dog."
That's genius! Why didn't I think of that? thought the other man.
He then proceeds to put on his sun glasses and walk in with his dog.
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
A Sweet Prison, The Choice to StayHe didn't belong there and he knew it. It sure was comfortable and fancy and he was safe but he wasn't born to be locked inside. He was a traveler; an adventurer who had met the entire world. Cold places covered with snow, warm ones where the heat was unbearable, chilly ones, the feeling of rain on his body. Now, he was caged in a golden palace, restrained to see the world through iron bars. It was his prison.A Sweet Prison, The Choice to Stay1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't have much to do. He had time, lots of time, but he couldn't spend it. The only thing he was doing all the time was jumping from one perch to another. The distance between them was so close that he didn't even make an effort to land on the plastic bar. He thought it was lame to compare that plastic branch with the real wooden ones. Not only they didn't look the same but they didn't feel or smell the same. Those were strong and fresh and alive with colorful flowers on them; these were fake and unknown. They were dead.
Or maybe, the cage was dead. On one side, there was a
The Circle of DustDeathThe Circle of Dust1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Body lays on empty floor
Spirit absent from earth now
No breath in and out
Snow covered the ground
A clover fights on the surface
Life wants to be born
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
If You Make One More StepIf you make one more step...If You Make One More Step1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't follow you anymore.
I'm tired of chasing you all over the stairs of regret.
If you make one more step...
I won't call your name.
Cause you forgot what's mine years ago.
If you make one more step...
i won't wait for you.
But if you come, I won't be here anymore.
If you forget, I'll stop remembering,
And it'll be easy enough as breathing
under the water.
I'll wear a smile on my face;
Because sorrow will be in the soul not in the body.
I'll be alive;
A hollow shell with no heart living inside.
I'll fall down;
Again and again.
But one day I'll get up standing on my own two feet.
But you'll be alone and dead.
So be careful...
If you make one more step.