A hand shot out of the water, frantically splashing water on the dock. It was pale with gray tint to it, slowly the rest of the body came out of the water; crawling on the dock coughing and sputtering. Wheezing and coughing up water the young lady pulled herself onto the dock and laid there for a while; the air was cold and seemed to get colder. The young
woman looked to be in her mid twenties; pale silvery grey skin with a hint of tan, dressed in what looks like a fine gown of deep copper/brass ruined by the water and high heel shoes about two inches high of silver design. Blonde hair almost colorless was draped around her like a shawl, contrasting the dark color of her dress, eyes are startling gray with hint...
to the person that i loved the most ! to the person that i gave myself for him ! to the person that i gave him all i had !
to the person that i kept thinking about him all the day and night long ! to the ,person that i saw him in a different image !
To the person that was ready to gave anything for him ! to the person
that i wanted him as a part of my future ! to the person that i gave up everything for him !
My time ! my studies ! my secrets ! my life and finally and the most important thing .. My heart ! to the person that i couldnt stop thinking about even in exams ! even in my grandfather's funeral !
to the ghost that warmed my bed in night when i remembered her smi...
today i asked myself, why i am acting like i always do. things like making drama or overreacting. the first time i asked myself this question were months ago and i guess today i found the answer.
its midnight and i am thinking about my friends and how my relation to them ended.
i've always had a really good relationship with all of them. everybody
talked to me and i saw that i was important to them. i dont really know when but one day i started realizing that maybe everything has changed without me noticing it.
i saw that i wasnt the good friend anymore but a good friend. there is a big difference between them. i used to get asked to go out or they asked me for advices and some things like that and no...
People say when you die in a dream, you die in real life. I can tell you for a fact that isn't true. I have always had dreams that feel like they last entire lifetimes, where I grow up and die right as I wake up. Infact I have always had the same dreams over and again.
When I was gowing up my siblings often teased me for
having marks on my neck. I was born with light marks that look like fish scales all around my neck. Faint but visible with one larger and dinstinct area on my windpipe the size of a quarter.
"It's a birthmark", Mother would say. "Just put Vaseline, it will go away in time' It never did.
I absolutely hated it and I also hated anything touching my neck. Tie...
I picked it up immediately without looking at the caller id.
"Hello?" I said while I continued typing on the laptop and putting the phone in loudspeaker. "Blaire? It's already late. Aren't you coming home, still?" Melody's voice emerge from my phone. She is my roommate slash best friend. "I still need to finish this report
for tomorrow's meeting. I'll be home in about-" I checked my time, "Twenty minutes."
"Oh you better hurry because g- part-." Her line was suddenly cracking up. "Melody, I can't clearly hear you. I'll call you when I'm going home." I ended the call.
Being the assistant editor at a magazine corporation is tough and I'm working on this project that I need to p...
So I did a lot of shopping, I have not yet checked my balance, how much I invested. I walked for hours and I promised myself that I am not gonna fall in this pathetic situation again. Next day, we had a class together, after class he asked for a drink, I went there because I felt that I need to end it in person or maybe I was desperate to see him. He was
there, I realized that day how much he resembled a kid. He asked me what was all the bullshit, I told my side of the story. In the end, I asked him if I could touch him for the last time, he said no. I asked the second time and he denied but I held his hands anyways and said goodbye. I don't know maybe if he had said okay that is our problem lets deal with it t...
At some point, I hugged him that day though indirectly, I did not want him to go, yeah he had to go. When he went I felt like I wanted him longer, and I felt ashamed and bad too for my activity. I did not know he was younger than me, 3 years of the age gap. He was a Bachelor student and I a Master student. I was a little bit hesitant about him. But his
concern for me melted my heart every time. I don't know what I wanted from him, defintaely not love though. The more I knew him the more closer I got, the more comfortable I was with to share my secrets. I have to stress though, not all secrets. His smell would drive me crazy. When I say this, I feel like I am a dog. Anyways, he started to look more and more good...
On a dark and stormy night, void of all life but the nocturnal, a lonesome traveller stumbled down a forgotten road; his wares and merchandise jangling like an ominous tune.
The cobbled pathway fell steep and narrow; the nature was now overpowering the traveller's route.
Every bird and owl and creatures considered foul halted for a moment before him; as
the shadows crept around the traveller in mysterious ways.
The Traveller thought, as he descended, that the wind was sharpening its harsh embrace.
The lower he ventured, the more foreboding the environment became - both desolate, and overgrown at the same time. The Trees around the traveller appeared to fidget and nervously watch. Whether out of anticip...
Chapter 1: Thoughts
I was thinking .It was my English period. I don’t exactly know what seemed more exciting Shakespeare or that boy sitting near the window pane .
He didn’t look beautiful. He looked like one of those mornings when you wake up , just by mistake , not tired at all , clueless of the time to witness the
dawn’s shimmery gold , intoxicated in fruitful essence. Mesmerizing. His face.
So capturing that even Shakespeare I believe had lesser talent.
Me and Ash were friends, since kindergarten. Friends who wanted to be around each other, talk to each other , but kept away . Fearing. Who knows what.
Distance just made it better .
Ash was born just 4 days afte...
She glanced down at the swathe along her hand, and what she saw disarmed her entirely- the mark she had always known to be of the brightest colours, reds and yellows and summer-sky blues, had changed like the stroke of a paintbrush, like a sun had set on her skin. For now, the streak of rainbow was the colour of ebony; a black deeper than she had ever known,
a pool of uncertainty and hope and discovery. The colour of space, somehow not lacking in colour at all, but instead overfilled with it… like it had tried to split its seven ways but realised that the shades seen by the human eye weren’t anywhere near competent, and tried to fill itself with colours not yet existing. The slight sheen that glimmered over...
The world has never moved.
Which is a weird thing to say in all honesty-why wouldn't it?-but it's true. Our planet, Yannis, doesn't rotate, and neither does the two moons that "orbit" around it. Because of this, Yannis is split into four 'countries'-Dawn, Day, Dusk, and night. People from all countries look like how you expect-Pale skin in the Night, tanned
skin in the day, etc. I, myself, live on the border between day and dusk, a place called 'Gold' because the light of the sun forever hitting the horizon is always beautiful and gold. But I found out today that we aren't supposed to be that way at all.
There was a statement issued by our space foundation, COSE, that said that they started to discover planet...
(Yesterday, I found a tape recording while hauling boxes out of my attic. I’m about to move, but I listened to these tapes, and the story they tell is chilling. I don’t know who is telling this story, but I know that because I found these tapes, they are my responsibility, and I want to tell you it. Later, when I finished listening to these tapes, I
looked up her name, and the story I found was terrifying. I hope that I can solve the unfinished crime by sharing these. You might ask, why didn’t you tell the police this? I can answer that. They wouldn’t be of any help and would think I was making it up. But you’ll know I’m not. At least, I can hope this.)
Last year, I wanted to find myself, I wanted to know who I was and that stuff. Meanwhile I left one of my best friends. At that time I didn't know he was my best friend. I thought he had enough friends like it wouldn't matter if I leave him or not. Now, one year later, we are back together like he is my best friend and I am his. I know I hurt him a lot when
I decided to ignore him and not to tell him why I actually broke off the friendship. Now, I see that he's afraid that I'll leave him again. I won't but I have to accept that he can't trust me the same way he did last year. I don't blame him for that but it kind of breaks my heart because he means so much to me. I want him to know how much I really love him b...
She was startled hearing those words, clearly and firmly spoken, over her shoulder. She turned to look.
This was the old man she had noticed striding along the walkways in the park. She often went there to sit on the bench and gaze at the ducks in the water. As she did not want to be distracted or disturbed by anyone she
always chose a bench close to the water, with her back to the walkway. She would sit for hours lost in her miserable thoughts and utter loneliness. She had however noticed him. He looked very old, with a thousand wrinkles on his face, but stood tall, straight and trim. He had a briskandsteady walk. She found that very unusual. He had smiled at her every tim...
1 - Daisies
Children are like daisies, they all reach as high as they can for a dream or a goal that seems unreachable, only the lucky few ever reach the sapphire blues and pure whites. They're all children wanting to grow up as losing innocence is easy but, sadly, growing up is hard to face. They're so small and so insignificant that it all seems futile.
Their features made of stone, pretending that they're okay, that they don't care.
Why care for an already broken world? It's the same as caring for a broken person. You fall in love with the way the breeze makes the leaves and grass wave wildly, the way the sun feels like a relief after being in the shade. You fall in love with the way nature moves, look...
and then it stops. and it's quiet now. somehow fellings of calm and unease both exist inside of you, but dont mix together. like oil in water.
you made it, you're here.
But what now? this endlessly long journey, what was it for? you came all this way for what, a light? some artificial hope in the emptiness of it all, grafted into this bleak reality like
a plastic toothpick in a nonexistant haystack.
the light is cold, and you shiver under it's sickly green rays. but everything else around you is colder, swallowed by black, so you settle in. slowly sliding down the pole of the streetlight, you sit down, staring ahead. the void. the nothingness that has held you in it's arms, nurtured you, and taught you it...