Light Bringers

We are two Bulgarian girls - Monica and Yoana-Maria. We write and draw. We are currently working on a fantasy story-novel-thing. Enjoy!

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Soo... yeah. Y-M

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Well, I was drawing some stuff for a character design contest.. this ended up being more of an illustration... Yeah I don’t know how to blend cell shading with ‘painting’.

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Anatoly

The rain was falling harshly above my head as I walked down the street, soaking wet. Since the last train went off before my eyes I had no other choice but walk to my home in this horrible shower. Street lamps illuminated through the thin layer of fog that had formed around the air. The cars’ lights were sending their shine in my eyes which made me step in each puddle there was on the sidewalk. I was damaging my sight in this way and so I decided to turn right and continue on a little street with less cars. The road was getting more and more lonely when I soon found myself in a small district at the very end of the town. Little puffs of steam were coming out of the canals in different, twisted forms. All of the sudden the rain became a hail and balls with the size of an egg were hitting the ground. Some of the balls were breaking into small pieces of ice whereas other could make hole in your head. I held my handbag over my head to keep myself safe while running. I found something that once had been shelter but now it was one rusty relic of a closed grocery store. I stood under the shelter with fear for my life. Who knows if this thing is not going to collapse over me any moment? Wet locks of my hair roamed around my face. I flipped them back and threw an eye at my surroundings. I was standing between two buildings which seemed abandoned and forgotten with the time. The windows of the building opposite me were either broken or covered in old newspapers. An eerie feeling sent chills down to my spine but it might be because of the sudden stream of cold wind. I hugged myself trying to keep the warmth of my body. I began shivering but this shelter was my only choice since the hail instead of becoming less was getting heavier. Just then I saw lights coming from a window nearby. I narrowed my eyes in attempt so see more clear. Did someone live there or it was a store? At that moment I decided to swallow my fear and run to the door of the affable lights. When I got closer I realised that this was an antique bookshop. There was no one in the filled with old books room. I knocked on the door but no one seemed to had heard me. I knocked once again but this time harder. Then again, no one appeared. I put my hand on the handle and push it down slightly. A little bell above the door rang through the room and entering with the speed of a cat I closed the door behind me. I could immidietly feel how warm it was as I enjoyed the smell of old books. Their faded pages seemed even more yellow as the soft glow of the candles illuminating them threw bright light across the shelves. Drops of water were dripping onto the floor and I tried not to touch a thing. Tall columns of books watched darkly over me as if they were going to fall on my head. My hands were itching to take a book and read a page or two but I really didn’t want to impair them. What made me an impression was how big it was actually the room from the inside. The bookshelves were as dilated as one could see and I bet my hat that where is no illumination are hiding more. As I stared around the sudden sound of fast footsteps coming made me freeze. “What are you doing here?!” - short man with thinning hair and hard Russian accent spoke to me. “I am really sorry for entering like that but you see, there is a horrible storm outside right now and I’ve missed the last train. W-would you mind if I stay here at least until the hail stops?” - I asked. The man crossed arms in front of his chest and looked me from head to toe. ”. . “Okay but watch not to touch anything.” - he then said and made me a sign to follow him. I smiled widely and thanked him for being so kind to let me stay. The man led me around the overfilled shelves and it was very hard for me to stay as far as possible from the archaic pages. Soon we found ourselves in a small but very welcoming and warm looking room. The flames in the fireplace cracked lightly and I felt really comfortable by only standing there. The man invited me to sit in a soft armchair whilst he was making some tea. I sat there quietly and watched as he put tea leaves in a small tin pot. “What’s your name, girl?” - the sudden ring of his voice boggled me. He put the pot on an iron rod. I was about to speak when he cut me off - ”Ah, it doesn’t really matter.“ - the man settled himself opposite me. "Well, what’s yours then?” - I asked. He looked at me with surprised expression on his face, as if no one had been asking him this question before. “My name is Anatoly.” - the man said in surprisingly gentle voice. For a while we just sat without saying a word and only the sound of the hail hitting the dusty windows and cracking fire were breaking the silence. Anatoly didn’t seem like the talkative type and I felt very awkward at the moment. With the relaxing sounds around me I began to feel sleepy. Something soft was hugging around my ankles. When I looked at my feet I saw one fat white cat. She purred and rubbed in my wet shoes. The pot began squeaking in the embrace of the flames. Anatoly stood up and brought the pot on the little wooden table between us. He took two porcelain cups and poured the tea. In a moment the room was filled with mint aroma which managed to take me out of my state of stupor. Orbs of steam were rolling in spirals as Anatoly handed me the cup. I brought my lips to its edge blowing the steam away and then I took a sip. The tea was very tasty and I couldn’t help but gasp in amazement. "Woah, it’s very good!” - I exclaimed. “Ah, thank you.” - said Anatoly afterwards he drifted in his thoughts. The white cat was still rubbing its head around my ankles but my eyes were concentrated on the man opposite me. His face seemed to frown. “Mr. Anatoly, are you okay?” Anatoly looked at me while both of his hands held the cup. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just the memories which were brought to me with this weather.” - he said. I wondered what could be bothering him. “Maybe if you share what bothers you, you might feel better?” - I said. Anatoly glared at me and I felt bad for being so insolated. The white cat jumped onto the table creating sound between purring and growling. Anatoly took the cat in his lap and petted it between the ears. I took another sip when the man decided to speak. “Many, many years ago I used to work and live in the mansion of the Vitalevych noble family as a butler. My masters were reliable and good people, everyone were very fond of them. One day my master went on a business trip in another country but he didn’t tell when he would be back. Life was flowing as usual until the day it turned out that the mistress was pregnant with the baby of another man. We were all shocked. The baby was already in its fifth month which meant it was too late for an abort. The mistress and we, the employees of that home, were afraid what would happen if the master finds out. More three months passed and the mistress was forced to give birth prematurely. One beautiful baby boy was born but instead the happiness which should have brought, the feels were only of fear and pity of the upcoming deed. In these times when an adulterous child was born the mother should rid off of the baby as soon as possible. And I was the one assumed with this horrible task. That night was raining heavily. The mistress gave me her infant wrapped in a soft piece of cloth; tears in her usually sparkling in happiness eyes. I could feel her sorrow myself but what else could we do. No one wanted an adulterous child. If I could I would take care of that child but alas I didn’t have the permission. I held the little boy in my arms as I rode a black horse. Something so innocent was going to lose it’s life which hardly even began. Huge raindrops forcefully hit my face but I held the little one pressed to my chest with my left hand, while I used my other one to direct the horse. I entered deeep in a fores finding place away from the mansion. I got off from the horse and put the baby under a tree. I took the shovel I had brought with me and began digging a small hole. As I was doing this I suddenly dedided - I would not obey this time; I would take him and run far away to give this child a chance to live. I stopped digging and made my way to where I have left the baby. He was very quiet so far, his eyelids were shut and I immediately regretted for what I was almost going to do. Kneeing down I took the little boy in my arms. I looked at him with smile but then I gasped. Down his mouth was dripping white foam. I shook the baby lightly but it wouldn’t open its eyes and its lungs werent rising anymore. It turned out that one of the maids had poisoned the milk the baby was fed with not long ago that day. I looked at the hole I’ve digged and then back to the lifeless little body in my arms. I walked to the hole and carefully laid down the baby. Cleaning the foam of its small lips I wrapped him in attempt to keem the warmth of the breathless little boy for as long as possible. A lightning rid the sky and I took the shovel. One innocent face was fiding into the wet dust. I carefully filled the hole and ordered stones in a circle around the spot. At least this child deserved a propper grave. I stood there and just stared until the rain merged the dust and only the stones stood out to disignate where laid the young child. Another lightning rid the sky and I got on the horse, heading back. The master had never found out about this but I never found myself smiling again.” I sat in my chair stoned. Anatoly’s eyes were filled with sadness but there were no tears; there were no tears left for him. He felt guilt for what had happened. But he is not the one to be blamed. “It wasn’t your fault.” - I said and he looked at me a bit shocked. - “You were about to make a good deed but it just had happened this way.” He was speechless. The fire was burning out and the smoke was what only had left. The cat in Anatoly’s lap meowed and jumped on the floor while his eyes stared deeply into his hands. “But if only…only if I hadn’t been such an yellow-dog and had ran with the baby before it was too late…” - he sighed. It was painful to look at a man like that. “How could you possibly know what was going to happen?” - I said trying to comfort him. - “That maid is probably burning in hell right now but you have no reason to feel guilty.” - I continued. - “Though I’m sure that this baby would had been lucky to have a father like you.” I noticed that Anatoly’s fists had been clentched but now they were slowly relaxing in front of him. He lifted his bald head and looked me in the eye. The sorrow on his face were fading little by little. I felt the first sun rays on my back and the storm seemed to have had stopped. I couldn’t believe that all the night had slipped away. The morning light brightened the room and the books of the tall columns threw long shadows. The dust on the floor was completely visible. I laid my eyes back on Anatoly but in my amazement he had become transparent. “Mr. Anatoly…” The man looked at his hands and one relaxed smile lit up his face. The first smile for many years. Anatoly suddenly began vanishing before my eyes. He moved his eyes on me. “Thank you…and goodbye.” - his last words before completely disappearing. I stood in my spot holding the porcelain cup in my hands. I wasn’t sure if this was real or I was just dreaming. The white cat meowed from the entrance of the room as if telling me to get out. I drank up my tea and stood up. I made my way around the shelves and columns, but wishing I could stay and browse through these countless books. I have had almost dried and the morning sun would do the rest. The little bell rang as I pressed the door. The streets were wet and the pavement was slippery. I began walking in the direction of the nearest train station when I realised that I had forgotten my handbag. I headed back to the bookshop but all I saw when I entered was an empty and filled with dust old room.

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Muahahahahha FINALLY! This took way too friggin’ long for such a mediocre result. Anyways, it should probably be best if I shut up and don’t let myself tell you about all the things that I don’t like about the picture.

Also Monica’s Internet was cut off for some time. You know, she barely survived but it’s all fine now. I think.

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Well, it isn’t four pictures but one is still good, right? RIGHT? 

Expect more in teh future. 

Also that left arm... uhhh...

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DON’T KILL ME PLEASE!!111111

I’ve been working my ass off, honest! the last three days... YOU didn’t hear a thing!

Btw, you see how flat the bird looks? All four pictures will look like that. Yes, I can count.

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       I woke up in an unknown for me room. The sun had already gone down and through the tall window I could only see the starless sky and the waving vines of a willow. I looked carefully around and noticed lots of shelves which seemed about to break down any moment because of the weight of all the books on themselves. Over the fireplace was standing another shelf but instead of books there were arranged paperweights. The fireplace itself wasn’t working and the only source of light was the pale moon. I took one paperweight and looked through it. There was a small figure of a woman inside, dressed in a dark brown, knee-length coat and short boots. Her hair was waving behind her back. Though she was smiling her eyes seemed somehow sad, as if she was about to cry. I put the paperweight back on the shelf taking a look at the others - the same sadness had occurred in their eyes as well. All of the figures in the paperweights were women but what made me an impression was the way of order. The one from the left end had thin waist and was dressed in a wide, Prussian blue dress one could see now only in the first black and white films.  In the next paperweight, the figure had short hair with wavy curls wearing a small hat. Her thin lips were painted in maroon and her cheeks had rouge in almost the same shade of red. The third figure had blue, knee-length dress with white dots. She had put on red glasses with the forms of cat eyes. In other words, their order was made by ages.       Taking a step backward my eyes began looking for an exit. I noticed a door opposite the tall window. Opening it, the wanly squeak of the hinges echoed through the long corridor before me. I began walking and if wasn’t the sound of my shoes against the floor, the hallway would be drown in grave silence. The ceiling had chandeliers with candles, which made my shadow slide erringly on the walls. Surprisingly, there weren’t many doors. But there were lots of paintings decorating the wall, mainly of landscapes and they too seemed very real.        All of the sudden I heard sound of something breaking into pieces that came out from the door on my right. I didn’t know if it was a good idea but I opened it. The door was made of iron and it felt cold. The room I entered seemed to be as big as the one I woke up in but that one was illuminated by a fireplace. The room was empty but had only one mere armchair, placed opposite the fireplace. From my position I could see the broken pieces of a cup near the bellow. Something moved in the chair and though I felt as if needles pierced my back, I walked up to the armchair. The floor creaked with each step I took and my heart beating nervously. I put a hand onto the back of the chair and peeked. A young boy was sitting peacefully with his hands resting calmly in his lap. The broken pieces of the cup laid down and the liquid that had been filled with was now soaking into the wooden floor. The boy said something but his voice was weak and tired. I sidestepped a bit so I can stay in front of him. His head was down and my body blocked the light of the fireplace, not letting me to see him clearly. I asked him if he could repeat what he just said. Squatting down I take one of his hands in mine. Although he had been sitting by the fire, his hand was deathly cold. The boy began lifting his head slowly but when he did I gasped in horror. His face had been ripped off leaving only his eyes with no eyelids, rolling uncontrollably in circles. I fell backward in shock. The boy was whispering violently words I could hardly understand. Forcing my ears in listening I could catch one sentence clearly – “Run or he will do the same to you.” My heart raced rapidly in my throat as I tried to stand up. But in my attempt I cut my palm on a sharp peace of the cup. I stood up and ran in fear of my life, leaving the boy alone in the room again. His whispers began fading in a blur.        My heavily breathing bumped into my ears while my eyes were enjoying the show of black dots spinning in circles. I leaned on a wall and stood like that for a few minutes. Everything fell in a silence. I closed my eyes but then I saw the boy and felt guilty for leaving him there. I should find the room and take him out of there as well as finding an escape of this place. I wonder if there are more people shut in this mansion. Standing on my feet again I tried to remember my way back to the room but this was like a giant maze – so many corridors which looked alike and as if changing themselves every time someone passes through them. I walked looking around but alas, nothing familiar. Suddenly the gentle tune of a violin rang in the air. Not realizing what I was doing I followed the melody in trance. The person who played managed to hit each note more than perfectly. The tune was somewhat sad and filled with sorrow but it was so beautiful. As if chained, the notes pulled me to themselves and I roamed enchanted, not having a moment to think, not being able to stop. After a while was standing at the end of a corridor with a closed door in front of me. The violin was playing heatedly in its melancholic way. I stood there not wanting to interrupt the performance. A few final notes played and once again everything grew in silence. The sudden scream of the wind swung the door wide open. My hair was messing in my face but when I removed it aside, I found myself in the room where everything started. The window was opened and the moon threw its dull light through the curtain of clouds, barely outlining the forms of a man. He was gazing through the opened window and the slight wind waved his hair. In his hand he held the violin and in the other was the bow. I kept silent when the fireplace illuminated the room. The figure turned around and smiled at me.        ‘I thought you were going to run away.’ – He said with a straight voice. The man left the violin on a small table near the window and walked up to me, grabbing my hand. – ‘Oh, I see you’ve harmed yourself while exploring my mansion.’ My mansion. His grip around my wrist tightened and I squeaked in pain. ‘Does it hurt?’ – the man asked as he squeezed it harder. I nodded pleadingly to let go. – ‘Don’t worry, soon you won’t feel anything.’ As he said that his grip loosened and my hand was free. He walked to the fireplace staring at the paperweights. The fire illuminated his firm features and I could see him smiling as he took one paperweight in his hand. ‘You would make a nice paperweight, dear.’ – he sighed – ‘But I have other plans for you.’ – as he said that, the man faced me again but his smile had stretched into a wide, mad smile – ‘But I already have other plans for you.’ His words rang in my ears and I felt myself fainting. Everything turned into darkness.        I woke up in complete darkness and I couldn’t move at all. Snap. Light blinded my eyes but I couldn’t close them. I began panicking, did that man really made me like the boy? In my moment of getting out of my mind I saw the man from earlier. But why was he so big? He chuckled as a loud creaking echoed in my ears.        ‘I knew you were going to make a magnificent embellishment for my new collection.’        A sweet tune began playing and I felt myself spinning in a circle.

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Because of technical issues, Yoana-Maria won’t be able to post for a while.

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The White Fairy

    The little girl was playing by herself near the edge of the playground. The other children didn’t pay her attention unless they picked on her. The girl was coming to the playground with her babysitter who didn’t really seem to have an interest in her job. The woman was there only because of the money and the girl’s parents were always at work but for her was clear that they already had lives which didn’t include her persistence.    It was a day which seemed as ordinary as each other one. The sun was shining over people’s heads and the sky was clear as a crystal. The kids on the playground were cheerfully enjoying another day of innocent games. And of course, there was the girl by the edge. She was sitting on the short grass with a peaceful smile on her pretty face. Holding the ragged doll in her little hands as if it was a baby she hummed quietly. The sound coming out of her small body was sweet and charming. Suddenly two boys ran to her and dragged the doll of her hands. They began tossing it to each other as if it was a ball. The little girl did nothing to stop them. She just followed their movements with her bright eyes. When they saw that the girl didn’t even tell them to stop, the boys threw the doll into the bushes and ran off. The little girl stood up and went to take it back. She ran to the bushes which turned out to be of roses and the doll was caught in the sharp grip of the thorns. The little girl squeezed her hand in the bush but she drew her hand quickly when sudden and sharp pain hit her fingers. She sighed and kneed down. Her eyes filled with tears and she began crying.     ‘Are you looking for this?’ – A gentle voice asked.     The little girl lifted up her head and saw beautiful tall woman dressed in a long white dress and had medium-long black hair. She was smiling at the girl friendly. The woman held the doll to the girl. She took it shyly and embraced it to herself.     ‘W-who are you?’     ‘I am the White Fairy.’ – said the woman.     The woman held her pale hand to the girl still smiling widely. The little girl hesitated, should she take it or not. Her eyes turned to the babysitter who was sitting on a bench talking to some men. Then she looked at the ground and back at the woman. The girl put her small soft hand into the palm of the White Fairy. Holding her ragged doll they walked together on the streets until they reached the woods. The sun was going down and the green trees were bathing in golden light. They followed a narrow but outlined path. On the both sizes there were flowers and berry bushes. The little girl smiled to herself. As they entered deeper and deeper, the forest animals began showing themselves. A brown rabbit hopped beside them and as if greeted them. The whistles of the songbirds staring of the green branches hovered in the air. The White Fairy took a look at the little girl which was trying to see as much as possible of the surrounding nature. The path was at its end and there was waiting a small warm-looking cottage. A deep red fox passed by and welcomed them. The White Fairy just nodded whereas the little girl greeted the animal happily. They walked into the cottage and the woman closed the door.     ‘Please, take a seat.’ – said the White Fairy – ‘I will bring some tea.’     The little girl thanked and sat in a wooden chair. On the table in front of her was standing a vase with fresh lilies and begonias. On the windows were hanging bundles of thyme which one could feel clearly. The birds outside went silent for a few moments but then nightingales took their place. The little girl was dozing off when the boiling pot startled her. She looked around for the White Fairy but she wasn’t there. The girl became anxious and called her. When she was about to stand up of the chair the woman in white appeared. She was smiling as ever. Taking the hot pot she poured the tea in two cups and sat in front of the little girl who was holding the ragged doll tightly. The tea had sweet and pleasant scent of berries. They drank their tea enjoying the symphony of the nightingales. The woman offered to have some biscuits with the tea and the girl smiled in answer. She stood and went to prepare them. When they were already baking in the oven the woman sat again in the chair opposite the little girl.     The night began rising. The little girl put down the cup and stood up. Looking at her, the White Fairy asked where she was going. The girl rubbed her eyes feeling sleepy. With worry in her voice she said that it was time for her to go home. The fairy’s eyes as if darkened a bit but the girl thought it were because of the lack of light in the room.     ‘Won’t you wait for the biscuits?’     ‘Sorry, but I really have to go.’ –said the girl – ‘Thank you for the tea.’     ‘But they will be ready in a minute.’ – the White Fairy stood up and went to the oven. – ‘Plus, it’s scary out there at night.     Opening the oven a smell of freshly baked chocolate biscuits hit the air. The woman put them on the windowsill to make them cool faster. The nightingales fell silent and an owl alerted the beginning of the night. Walking slowly to the girl, the fairy kneed down and held both of her small shoulders, looking her straight in the eye.     ‘Tell, wouldn’t you want to stay here with me?’ – the little girl’s eyes widened – ‘You will play with the animals all day and enjoy the nature while I will bake you sweets and tell you stories.’ – the girl gazed at the floor as if unable to speak. – Here you will have many brothers and sisters and they are all waiting for you now. – the woman took a biscuit and handed it to the girl. – Wouldn’t you want to stay?     At first, the girl didn’t take the biscuit but when looking at the woman’s pure blue eyes all the hesitation flew away. She took the biscuit and nodded. The White Fairy smiled and took her by the hand.     ‘Now you will meet your new brothers and sisters.’ –said the woman leading the girl to a door. She opened it and turned on the lights. The little girls’ eyes widened again.    No one ever saw the girl again.

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Last Breath

     I sat in my room prepared for the execution. The rain tapped lightly on the iron bars of the window. The wind chanted creepily, caressing the bare trees. In the rotten corner was laying a black and white cat who purred restlessly. I met my eyes in the crannied mirror on the peeling wall. I could swear that the reflection winked at me. My chains dragged through the floor. The cat’s jade green eyes followed pleadingly my movements and he meowed irrated. ‘I’m sorry, but what would you do if you were about to die?’, did I actually expected an answer from a cat? He turned his back to me and laid himself again. How lucky you were, I wish I were you. I placed my body next to the cat and began patting his back. Not quite the best idea, he bit me. His teeth left marks on my hand, which were filling up with blood. After a while I will be wasting my blood on the dirty cement in the courtyard. I closed my eyes, remembering the face of that brat of a prince before slicing his throat. That moment was precious. But it would’ve been better if the bastard didn’t scream and if the guards didn’t find me. Oh, but where are my manners? Perhaps you wanted to hear my whole story? Of course you did. That is why you are here, aren’t you? Very well then, feel yourself at home. I’m sorry I didn’t prepare tea or scones but you see the situation I am at the moment.       My story began in a small village from the surroundings of the capital of the Main Kingdom. I was fifteen back then. I had everything what one country boy would want. But one summer evening turned my life in a whole new direction. My mother, sister and I were having dinner in our shack when we heard the screams of the neighbours. Someone knocked down our door and a tall man dressed in animal fur clothes entered our house. His face was hidden behind thick, messy, blond beard. With heavy steps he moved forward and I swear the floor was shaking. The man took out his knife and stabbed my mother in the forehead. Her blood dripped on enormous dark red drops. The same fate hit my sister as well. The twisted smile of that pig made me sick. Clenching my teeth I ran into him and somehow I managed to knock him down. I sent my fists in his face faster than a snake in attack. I threw all kinds of cusses at him, more than a fifteen-year-old should know. My eyes were filled with tears which burnt me as hot as the anger nested within me. Some other men appeared in the room and began yelling loudly. They annoyed me. I grabbed the knife laid on the floor, fouled with the blood of innocent people from his fat hand and stabbed him in the stomach. He began throwing up blood which fouled my face. I tore his tripe, splitting more blood. The men yelled even louder in admiration. They were applauding me. One of them came and picked me up as if I were weightless.       ‘No, put me down! I will finish that bastard!’ – I shouted kicking in the air. He laughed.       ‘I appreciate your enthusiasm, kiddo, but I think he’s a’ready dead.’       He was right. The man laid there like an old bag. A big, ugly and old bag. The man took me with him and placed me on a horse who was loaded with stolen belongings of the villagers. One man lit a torch and threw it in the air, making a full circle of light. Soon the whole village was on fire. The men got on their horses and rode off. I watched how my past was burning, turning itself into ashes. The cries of the ones who weren’t murdered howled and as if enhanced the flames. That is how I became a member of an outlaw gang.       I grew up robbing and burning down villages. Through these years I learnt that innocent people don’t exist. We are all guilty in some way. When I became old enough I left the gang and became a hitman. I guess you can say I was justice with a price. One evening I was drinking my sixth glass of beer in a pub by the road. A man with a hood sat on my table opposite me. He put a poach full of golden coins. His order was to kill the prince of the Main Kingdom. I took a look at the poach. The money seemed to be enough. I agreed with the offer. But I wanted to know the face of the guarantor. He took off his hood and let’s be honest – he looked better with it on him. We agreed that I’d get one half now and the other I would receive in the end.      My journey to the Main Kingdom didn’t last more than two days. The capital indeed was a very nice place but sadly, I didn’t have time for sightseeing. I was going to finish the prince tonight. With the fading light I hopped from the bushes where I was hiding. The guards on the gate were already drunk, what a shame. I sneaked between them, though I could walk casually and enter the castle again with no problems. I had to hide myself again, now in a broom closed. I waited for the prince.      It had passed around an hour and a half before I hear the creak of a door. Peaking through the keyhole I saw my target. The prince entered the room and when I was sure it was safe, I made my way through the hallway. By now I should’ve been used to this but I could feel some kind of tension in me. Preparing my dagger, I entered his room. The prince glared at me and asked who I was. When I kept myself quiet he began to stutter. It was irritating so I decided to get rid of him right away. I lifted my dagger in the air; his scream hawked in the room and red liquid dirtied the rug. Unfortunately, the guards were fast and found me. I didn’t manage to escape them, so here where I am now.                                                          ***      The rain was stopping. I heard the hard steps of the guards coming towards my cell. The door groaned and two men came in.      ‘Your time has come, you piece of scum.’ – said the taller of them. I laughed and stood up. They unlocked my legs but cuffed my wrists I was led out roughly of the cell. The corridors were moist and smelled of the rain. The courtyard was full of people who glared very angrily at me. Instead of the guillotine there was a gibbet. Ah, they should’ve at least told me that I won’t be having my head off but hanging it. I climbed the steps to the loops. The said my doom.       ‘Any last words?’ – one guard asked me. His face was too close to mine.       ‘Your breath stinks.’ – I said. He chuckled.       As they were about to put the sack on my head, I recognised one face in the crowd - the man from the pub. He was smiling slyly at me and even though he was far from me, I still could see his yellow teeth. My vision was blinded. I felt the loop wrap around my neck like snake to a mouse. The lever was pushed and I could no more feel hard ground. The loop as if tightened itself with every time I fidgeted. My head got dizzy. I couldn’t hear the yells of the crowd any longer.

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I couldn't finish the image because there were way too many things that I couldn't figure out. Like strong wind + hair/fur. Or two strong lightsourses coming from different sides, coloured blue and yellow. This fab lion is all you're getting this week. Sorry.

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One Day...

I knew we shouldn’t but we did it. We were running across the streets, almost getting ourselves hit by a car. The driver sent some cusses at us. We had had no time, it was almost there. The afternoon sun as if was running along with us, bathing the city in cold light. The train whistle rang in the air so loud that it was almost hurtful. We crossed the last street and found ourselves on the platform. ‘You know…our parents…are going to kill us, right…?’ – I said as I was out of breath. ‘Oh, yes, they will. They will slowly tear us in pieces and then serve us as food to my pig and your piranha.’ – said Celeste, looking at the train coming from the near distance. – ‘But it’s going to be alright.’ ‘Alright, you say.’ The train hit the brakes. Its wheels scraped onto the railway and you could say it sent needles to your brain. The train was painted in red with black bands. The doors opened by themselves and Celeste hopped in the carriage in front of the last one. I followed her. The corridor was narrow, the yellowish walls were peeling and for some reason from somewhere smelt of pepper. Then in front of was standing a door with circle-like window which showed two shafts of with four seats on each row and between them was a path. The compartment was half empty. ‘Aw, look at how full it’s here!’ – Celeste said ostensibly surprised. ‘But please, there is no place left for us!’ We laughed silently and entered the compartment. We sat somewhere in the middle. Celeste settled herself next to the path, whereas I sat next to the window. The train still hasn’t set off. On the other side of the rails were staring houses in faze of destruction. Two children were playing “Catch the Ball”. Their dusky faces shone in pure happiness. Meanwhile, Celeste was staring at the people, that’s what she normally does though. It was quiet for a moment but the peace was broken by the train whistle. The wheels spun again and the iron horse rode off. We were moving very fast although, not to the point where one can’t see. The landscape was changing from poor houses to green pines and meadows. The sky had a few white formless clouds on itself but they showed that even imperfect things can be pretty. I turned my head to Celeste and she was still staring at people, not even blinking. I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me. I asked her if she had any idea where are we actually going but she only shook her head in a no. Sighing, I decided to take a look at our fellow travellers. The ones in front of us were on their phones, another man who was sitting in the start of the row was reading and the other two men in the row next to us were just staring out of the window as I did. Their seats were made to face each other and down the window was attached something that could be used as a table. However, that wasn’t anything that could hold my attention. I turned my head to the window again, looking out mindlessly. ‘There is Wi-Fi connection but it’s locked. Aw, fucking hell...’ As she said that, the door to the compartment opened and man dressed in dark blue uniform with buttons and a hat with a visor in the same colour. The control inspector. My face went pale. We didn’t have tickets and he was coming to us. ‘Good day, ladies! Tickets?’ – though he seemed a bit old for this job he was still smiling with all his teeth. I wanted to say something, anything but alas, my tongue as if was gone. In my peripheral vision, Celeste whose face had a bit of shocked expression. A moment ago her hands were in her pockets but now she was handing a rectangle piece of paper to the controller. Celeste arrowed her hazel eyes at mine then pointing to my pocket. I put a hand inside and mentally gasped as my crawling palm felt one folded piece of sheet. Taking it out I took a fast look. With tiny black letters were written the name of the platform we set off, today’s date and the hour of setting. The inspector took the ticket and perforated it before I could see where the train is going to. He gave us the tickets back and with a nod he wished us a good trip while I went back to the window. Outside in the spreading greenness some cows were having their peaceful vegetarian meal. ‘Hey, look at the cows.’ – I said to Celeste. ‘Forget the cows, look there!’ – she pointed me to the two men who weren’t staring through the window anymore. Instead, they had placed a chessboard on the table. ‘So?’ ‘Let’s watch them play! ‘ ‘I think it’d be rude. It’s like entering their personal space.’ – I said shaking my head. ‘Come on, don’t you wanna know how to play?’ I sighed and agreed to watch them play for a while. Celeste jumped of her seat and stalked to them. They willingly welcomed us and introduced themselves. The younger one was Alexander. He had sand-blond hair and rectangle glasses. The other man’s name was Arthur. He seemed to be about in the mid-thirties but was as handsome as Alexander. Celeste sat next to him and I sat next to Alexander. So, the game began. Chess is strategic game which means you have to think carefully and fast if you want to win. Now the game was still in its start. Alexander threw witty remarks which would make everyone angry or at least annoyed but not his fellow. Arthur managed to outsmart him every time. The game was fun to watch and meanwhile we learnt a few things. The sun was going down and the fading light was laying out on us. It was warm and could drive you to a lazy nap. All of the sudden, the tranquillity was impaired by a horrified scream which filled up the compartment. Celeste and I jumped freighted but the two men were still as if they had heard nothing. I nodded to Celeste and we both went to see what was going on. We ran across the narrow corridor which sill smelt of pepper and opening the door to the compartment we entered. At first we stared confused because here was completely different. It was time-worn and the wooden floor creaked as we walked.   ‘You fool!’ – an old lady was yelling at a man dressed in gray suit and with a monocle on his face. The woman was pointing at her dress, it was from these ones which the women in the begging of the last century used to wear. – ‘Do you know how expensive this dress was?!’ ‘I do apologize, Ms. I didn’t mean to destroy your dress.’ – the man was obviously worried.  – ‘The tea cup just slipped out of my hand.’ Celeste walked up to them and took out her packet with wet wipes. The old lady and the man were astonished. Celeste offered them to the woman. She stared at the packet as if it was something demonic. The lady asked what was this and Celeste showed her how to clean the dress. The spot was sticky no more, only wet. Celeste told her that when the dress dries it’s going to be like it before. She thanked her and asked if she could take the wet wipes. Celeste handed her the packed and the woman’s face grew in such a smile, as if she has just won the lottery. The man in the suit sighed in a relief and sat far enough from the old lady. He invited us to sit with him and filled three cups with tea. We sat and the man introduced himself as earl John Clocksworth. Drinking the tea, I couldn’t help but notice how good the porcelain cups were made. They were white and with different squiggles in golden. The tea had sweet aroma. Why in the first place we had tea party with a stranger? At the moment he was telling us how he had found the cure his ill wife needed. But this doesn’t explain why the people in this compartment looked as if drawn out of old-fashioned painting. ‘Do you ladies, know what time is it?’ – he suddenly asked. I took out my phone and when I was about to say, with confused tone he asked why do I carry with me this rectangle rock. He definitely hadn’t seen a cell phone before. The earl took out a golden pocket watch with many silver squiggles. He didn’t tell us what time it was but judging on the sun it was around five in the afternoon. A sudden onset of white light came from behind us. The man continued drinking his tea even though that bright light shone in his eyes and could drove him blind. I looked at Celeste’s seat but she had already stood up and I did this as well. We walked to the light hiding our faces in palms. The light was blinding. We passed through our compartment and opened the door to the one behind it. Oddly, there the light didn’t seem to be so bright and we could see, but again it wasn’t very clear. ‘Where did it go?’ – a male voice growled worried. – ‘Ah, here it is!’ Suddenly, the light disappeared and we could clearly see a man dressed in, mildly said, unusual clothes. It was a one part black costume which seemed a bit tight. It had attached little lines of light which shone in white-blue. He saw us. The man smiled widely and waved at us. He even made us a sigh to approach to him and butted his rectangle glasses with black frameworks on his snub nose. ‘If you are wondering about the light, it was my pen.’ – he said placing himself in a seat with oval design. The compartment at all had many oval elements: the windows, the doors and the colours occurring were bright blue and white. – ‘I’ve never been dexterous. It’s a miracle that I graduated from the academy.’ – he laughed nervously. We sat speechless and kind of understood how the old lady and the earl did felt. The man outstretched his hands and with glee in his voice said – ‘You better make yourself comfortable. It’s going to be a long trip.’

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Fate Keeper

           I was walking down the alley of our two – storey house. The bus stop was watching me from the end of the street. The ground was wet because of last night’s rain and I was slipping in every two steps. Why did I have to put on sneakers today? Since it was too early and the middle of November, the sun still hadn’t risen yet. My neighbour, Mr. Johnson, was walking his amazingly ugly Yorkshire terrier in his forecourt. The man glared in my direction. Obviously, he still hasn’t forgiven me for shaving his dog few months ago. Picking up his furry rat, a hole in his grey sweatpants reviled a view to his underwear, I didn’t need to see. But anyways, I smiled and said good morning. He mumbled something under his breath as he went inside his house.

           Not caring, I continued my way to the bus stop. A few other people were already waiting there. Usually, I don’t pay attention but these people seemed very pale. Was it because of the cold? Two or three minutes passed when I heard the roar of an old engine. The bus stopped few meters ahead. The doors opened, creaking as if tortured. I got on and sat in the back. Through the bleary window, I saw that the pale people were still standing at the stop. Their mouths opened and closed in unison, obviously telling something and their eyes – their emotionless grey eyes were nailed in me. I felt uncomfortable and turned my head to the side. The doors clashed with a loud bash and the bus rode off.  

           And of course, with my great luck in hands – the bus got stuck in a morning jam. I was going to be late for class for sure. Since I was about to spend a little time here, more than it was supposed, I leaned my head on the empty seat in front of me. My eyelids started to weight down but the sudden yell of a klaxon made me jump. I leaned my head again, though. Staring blankly at the floor, my ears detected a silent whisper. I looked around only to realize that I was the only passenger. The whisper started to fade. Forcing my hearing I bent down following my ears. A pair of cables was laid on the floor. I reached my hand and pull them up. There was something attached to them. When I lifted it up in front of my eyes, it turned out that it was a walkman. Never before have I seen one before, expect in photos. A tape was playing in the moment. I felt exited and put the headphones on my head, but all I heard was white noise. I found the button “backward” and pressed. The tape reels began rolling to the left. The process took a bit but when the tape was ready the walkman clicked. Holding my breath, I pressed play.

           ‘Tape number seven – hundred eighty – two.’ – the voice was not very clear, it jumped on high and low sounds. -  ‘Janette Butler grows up in a small house near the harbour of a small town, living with two older brothers. In her school years she is a straight A student. At the age of twenty – five, Janette marries Sean Millen, tape seven – hundred seventy – five.’

           The bus started moving slowly.

           ‘Janette gives birth to twin – brothers when she is twenty – nine, tapes number nine – hundred and forty – three, forty – four. Five years later, Janette has a car crash where she loses her husband and the ability to speak…’

           I pressed stop. The drivers toot angrily the horns of their cars. The daylight started reviling itself and it seemed that there would be no sun today. Just the moody somber skies. Should I continue listening? Before I could thing, the walkman played on its own.

           ‘At the age of forty – five, Janette gets hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic with diagnosed Schizophrenia. Janette Butler dies at the age of fifty – three, hanging herself.

           White noise again. I put down the headphones and take out the tape. With bad curved handwriting on a yellowed with the time label was written the number of the tape. On side B with the same handwriting was written #956. I put the tape with B and pressed the backward button. The tape reels roll again. Why did I want to listen to this? I looked through the window as if the answer bulged somewhere in the road. The bus moved sharply ahead. Finally the jam was over.

           I got off five stops later and ran all the way to the school building. The walkman rattled in the pocket of my jacket. When I entered the hall, the bell had rang and the second period had ended. I found my homeroom which was now empty. Sitting in the back next to the wall, I took out the walkman and carefully placed it on my desk. For a moment I just stare at it. Then one of my classmates entered the room. It was that kid, Sheldon. I believe you all have that one ever bubbling classmate or co – worker who never keeps their mouth shut and just annoy people. That’s Sheldon.

           ‘Hi! Where have you been in the morning? Oh, what’s that? Can I see it?…’

           As the boy continued asking me questions, his messy red curls jumped around his head. I politely told him to leave me alone but it was foolish of me to think that this would make him go away. Deciding to ignore him, I put the headphones on my head and my index finger flew to the play button. I made myself comfortable as the voice began telling someone else’s life story.

           ‘Number nine – hundred fifty – six. Ethan Mendler is left in an orphanage when he is five. Through the years he’s bullied by older children. At the age of fourteen he gets raped by one of the supervisors of the boys’ compartment. Ethan falls into depression. At the age of seventeen, he puts an end to his life by cutting his veins too deep…’

           I sat in the chair with a sorrowful expression on my face. Surely, this boy’s life was too short and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. But I didn’t understand, is he dead or this still didn’t happen? What is the meaning of tape? Maybe I should find these people or something. The bell rang and the third period began. Instead our English teacher in the room came a young woman. She had medium long brown hair with bangs and was dressed in pretty, blue suit. The class was silent. She smiled widely and introduced herself:

           ‘Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all!’ – she took the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard. – ‘My name is Mrs. Millen and I will be your English teacher while Ms. Collin is absent.’

           We greeted her as well and the lesson of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet began. She let us watch the film on her laptop instead of reading. She seemed like a very nice person.

                                                                       ***

           The day passed, though slower than a snail crossing the road. I listened to the tapes few more times and yet, I had no clue what should I do. When I opened the gate outside was raining heavily. Of course I didn’t have an umbrella with me. Next to the gate was standing Mrs. Millen. She glanced at her watch, then crossed arms in front of her chest.

           ‘Nice weather, huh?’ – Mrs. Millen said turning around to face me.            

           ‘Yes, indeed.’

           ‘Aren’t you going home?’

           ‘I haven’t brought and umbrella.’ – I said. – ‘I will wait until it stops or until is less heavy.’

           ‘My husband is coming for me. Would you like to give you a lift? – she asked me politely.

           ‘No, thank you. I’ll be fine.’ – I denied her suggestion. She asked me if I was sure and I nodded.

           Not long after, a red car arrived near the building. Mrs. Millen waved me goodbye and ran to the car. I stood there with hands in my pockets, feeling the forms of the walkman. The red car reversed and it was about to turn onto the road, another car crashed with high speed into them. Broken pieces of glass flew around. I stood there, unable to get my eyes off. Someone screamed, and then some teachers and students ran to the smashed cars. “Somebody, help!”, they cried. With shaking voices they called an ambulance. Opening the car, they managed to get out Mrs. Millen. I heard someone say that the man in the car is dead and so is the one from the other car.

           ‘Janette has a car crash where she loses her husband and the ability to speak…’ – the voice from the tape rings in my head, getting louder and louder that it started hurting.

           Walking away from the school I stepped on something. I looked at the ground where laid another tape. As if controlled not by me, my hands reached down and took it. I put it my in my pocket and went ahead as if nothing have happened.

                                                                       ***

           It’s been a few years since I found the walkman. Up until now I’ve found hundreds of tapes. Oh, so many people’s fates I’ve heard. Some of them were nice, whereas others were horrible. Perhaps, I’ve already heard yours? I wandered in the streets. It was around midnight so they were pretty empty. This night was peaceful. Suddenly, I heard whisper which grew in silent screaming. I walked forward in a dead ended street when I saw yet another tape on the wet roadway. I sighed and picked it up.

           ‘Good evening.’ – someone greeted.

           I turned around and saw a boy around seventeen. He wore black sweatshirt and had raven – black hair. He smiled at me and spoke again.

           ‘Would you mind giving me the tape with my life – story?’

           I shook my head. ‘I’m afraid I cannot.’ I went past away him while he stood there. I took out the walkman, put the new tape in and pressed play.

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Idk what I'm doing (Alt. title: WTF am I doing)

I was walking down the snowypath when a confused bird started singing. It was still early in the year but it had been dry and warm until the snowstorm hit our town yesterday. The white winter wonderland surprised everybody but I was thoroughly enjoying it. It was very cold outside and my clothes were practically useless. I wondered why I was wearing that paper-thin jacket, regardless of the fact I could see the forest from the window of my apartment.

A wind started blowing and a big pile of snow fell on my head as I walked under the dried trees. The feeling of forgetting something went through me as a wave crushing itself onto a shore. It had been bothering me all morning but to no avail. I couldn’t focus on anything and that’s why I went to my favourite place of all – a forest nearby that I had been exploring since I was a kid. I knew every inch of it as the back of my hand but regardless, I liked exploring it over and over again when I felt stressed or sad.

The very familiar rocks showed up as I passed the big tree. I used to like climbing them but I started respecting them more since I fell of one of them and broke my leg a few years back. Four, five, six… aren’t they more than before? I could swear that they’ve always been less.

Snow began to fall again as I went in the new stone’s direction. I had passed a few of the boulders when the shape took form. It was a pale girl in black clothes, sitting quietly on the ground. Her hair, flowing like a waterfall around her was resting on the soft white snow. I walked towards her, surprised by her presence and hoping she won’t notice mine. As I passed her she raised her head and revealed two painfully blue eyes and a warm smile. She waved at me to get my attention but I just continued walking, avoiding more awkwardness.

Despite how beautiful everything was, I had a hard time walking through the soon-to-be knee depth snow. The harsh wind was blowing in my face and moving creepily the tree branches which looked like black brush strokes on a white canvas. Suddenly, I realised I was walking back to the rocks. I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I went to check on that weird girl on my way home. She was probably freezing when I saw her so there was a high chance she was already gone…

‘You don’t expect me to wait for you forever, do you?’

Her voice was calm but I thought I had heard a tad bit of impatience in it. The girl had stood up and was directly looking me in the eyes with a little war flame in hers. She did seem quite ordinary though, like the type of teenager I’d pass by in a bus.

‘Come on, let’s go.’ She spoke again, breaking the silence. The wind had calmed down and the forest had gone awfully quiet. The girl walked round me like I was blocking the way to something. I turned around believing I would see the usual rocks and trees but they just weren’t there. Instead, I was facing the dark mouth of a massive cave that I had never seen before. She went ahead and stepped inside, her hair and clothes becoming one with the gloom. I squinted my eyes in a failed attempt to see a thing when her smiling face showed up again. She blinked a few times, then raised her eyebrows and hid in the blackness once again. I followed her with caution but once I stepped inside my little snowy dreamland disappeared. I felt lost immediately after and started shivering even though the air inside was warm and stuffy. A strange clicking sound rang through the cave and I turned around unwillingly.

‘I presume this isn’t much better?’

The girl was holding what seemed to be a phone over her head, the faint light of the screen nearly not enough to make me feel better. She started walking slowly but confidently towards something that I couldn’t see. I tried to look down and make sure there wasn’t anything that would cause me to trip and fall but to no success. My steps echoed through the cave as I went after her, the noises of my feet were dying out in the thirsty air of the unholy place.

Suddenly, I ran into a wall. I had not seen when the vague beacon of light had gone out, taken over by an unexplainable fit of fear. I felt a cold hand wrapping its fingers around my wrist. I jerked my arm backwards but I couldn’t free myself from the terrifying grasp. The fingers slowly slid open but didn’t let go of me.

‘You’ll wanna see that’ the girl sad, laughing. She closed her fingers once again and pulled me with a great force once she opened a hidden door. For a few seconds I couldn’t see a thing but soon I noticed a couple of very bright ceiling lights and heard the excited muffled speech of a person. We were standing in the middle of a hospital room with four other people. Actually five, as one of the blurry blue figures was handing a baby to the woman in the bed. The calming bluish green on the walls was mixing with the people’s clothes, a thick fog was on top. I looked down at the girl beside me - she seemed shockingly realistic. Her gaze was going far off into the distance, focused on something I wasn’t able to see. She moved slowly forward without making a noise and reached out to a barely visible door.

A swift breeze ran through my hair and the smell of an ocean filled the room as the girl swung open the door. I stepped through it, lured by the sound of crashing waves. Soft sand buried the top of my shoes as I turned left hesitantly. I thought I had heard somebody shout but I couldn’t recognise the words. I was just stepping forward when the girl grabbed my arm and pulled me away. A young kid dashed through the sand and the imagery around me became muddy and dark. I looked once again at her – she was just standing, following with eyes the footsteps the child had left.

‘Come on’ the girl said quietly and pulled me to wherever the traces were going. The sand gradually turned into grass and not long after we found ourselves in front of a wooden shack. It was standing in the middle of a grass field, the sun was already rising behind it and the morning fog was slowly lifting itself. She opened the small door which greeted us with a painful cry as it fell off the hinges. I peeked inside the building and even though everything was just a blur I got a very familiar bad feeling about it.

When I stepped through the opening the image cleared a little bit. It was a school corridor, in fact I had already seen one like it. The window frames to the right were strangely white and the glass was so dirty that it looked like there was nothing on the other side. On the left was a row of doors – tall and made from a light brown material that tried to be wood. I walked down the hallway but nothing changed. I thought I was walking in a circle so big that I couldn’t even see it turn. There was a faint mumbling coming from behind some of the doors but I refused to open any of them.

Soon I saw a staircase. It was standing in the end of the corridor, waiting. I lifted my foot to climb the first step but stopped at once. Nervousness and fear took over me but I continued forward mindlessly.

At the end of the staircase was a single door, at least two times taller than me and painted in a metallic colour that reflected the imaginary lights on the ceiling. It had enormous hinges and a doorknob which shone strangely, as if lit by a fire. A could barely make out a few of letters on the silvery plate above my head but it was just enough to make me shiver. I could hear two voices on the other side – a very angry one and another that was very nervous but trying to hide it.

The girl stretched out her hand and turned the doorknob slowly. I felt an irrational fear as she did so but I didn’t stop her.

A new scene, clearer than the previous one was revealed. A bright green forest filled with yellow, red and blue flowers scattered everywhere. The bright sunlight gave everything a faint orange tint and I suddenly felt happy again. I remembered how sunny the day was when I ran away from home for a few hours after we swapped our house for a shitty apartment in a less populated area. I was really sad and angry but I didn’t realise at the time how hurt my mother was. She had lost her mind when I ‘vanished’. Eventually I went back home once I felt hungry but I had already done enough.

The clear blue sky suddenly changed to the black stormy night that haunted me in my dreams for years. The trees’ shadows turned into monsters that were laughing silently at me. The sharp sound of the police sirens cut through my entire being, rendering me helpless. My face had probably stretched out in terror because the girl moved in front of me and looked me in the eyes with a worried smile.

‘It’s going to be fine’ she said while she held my hand. Behind her the background had changed to an apartment building. There were people everywhere, talking loudly and very panicked. ‘Just… just stay here, OK? It’s gonna be fine’

A police officer approached me and told me something in a very calming voice but his words didn’t make any sense. I saw a few medics kneeling over something in the distance but the crowd was blocking the way. The police officer put his hand on my shoulder and continued to talk gibberish as he pulled me backwards. The girl put her finger on her lips as she walked behind the officer. He took me to his car and pointed at the door behind the driver. At the front seat there was another officer who waved his hand and said something with a smile, probably a greeting. The girl opened the door and everything changed once again. Despite the drowning darkness I stepped through the door and sat down, trying to forget. I couldn’t see the girl but she was probably here somewhere. What if she had gone somewhere and left me alone? Maybe she didn’t even go through the door? I felt how my sanity was slowly getting drained by the depression. It was perfectly quiet around me but the senseless words of the policeman were still ringing in my ears. I was barely able to make out another voice, painfully familiar though I couldn’t remember from where…

‘Hey, hey, don’t leave me!’ The girl was standing in front of me with a terrified expression. Her fingers were only millimeters away from my face as if she was afraid I was going to vanish.

‘Please’ she sat down. A playful yellowish light was being reflected in her bright blue eyes. She smiled once again. ‘Thanks. You don’t know how lonely it could get here.’

I looked around, trying to find the light source. We were sitting on the floor of a library, many books were scattered around us. I looked down at my lap and saw a science textbook.

‘Will you stay here with me?’ the girl asked as I opened the book. There was a coffee stain on the first page. It was with sugar and milk, I think…

‘H-hey… What -’ I stood up, adding my textbook and a bunch of papers to the chaos. The girl tried to get my attention again, but I ran out of the building leaving her cries behind. I was standing in front of the bus stop that I used every day. Behind me was the dark and quiet school building that I knew so well. I was so close to home… I must’ve fallen asleep while studying for the test tomorrow. What’s the time? I might be able to catch the next bus…

I ran through the street impatiently. I think I heard a scream, a honk or something? What the hell is this bright light? Is it the girl?

I couldn’t see for a few seconds when I finally opened my eyes. I was so tired. I took a deep breath and felt like I had been holding it for a while. There were four or five people around me who were talking so fast to each other that I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. There was something like a monitor to my left and there were a bunch of cables…

I saw the girl’s face. She looked even paler than before and her eyes were full of tears.

I stretched out my hand in an attempt to make contact, to show her that I was fine but one of the people grabbed my hand forcefully and bound it to the bed. I tried to free myself, to get up but it was useless. The people were stopping me from going with her. I felt a sting and she started fading. Everything went black.

I should stick to drawing. It's easier to suck at only one thing on a daily basis.

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Hello, it's Monica! Happy Friday 13! I hope you had a great week and meanwhile, you might enjoy this piece of crap.