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Security Blanket

20 Mar

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 ‘We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.’ Charles Darwin.

Toby was hiding under his bed once again. He was sure there is a monster in the house. Everybody was already asleep and that was even worse. Toby realized that he was alone in this. Once the monster gets to his room, there will be nobody to save him.

Toby heard a sound coming from the kitchen. With eyes wide open he forgot to breath. He was trying to catch some sound again but the only thing he heard now was his heart beat. Another sound now coming from the stairs.

“What do I do, what do I do?”

Toby was desperate already. He closed his eyes and started to pray.

“Please God, don’t let the monster to see me.”

Suddenly his heart beat came back to normal speed. Toby felt enormous relief on his chest. It was as if somebody covered him with security blanket. He didn’t know how, but he fell asleep right that second.  In the morning his mother found him sleeping under the bed.

“Sweetheart there are no monsters. It was our cat wandering around the house once again like every night.”

After that night he always started to pray anytime he was afraid of monsters. And it always worked. Years later he realized these monsters were only in his head. However he never stopped wondering about the “security blanket”.


This post was written for  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Writing Prompt nr. 151 – Collage 19.

TLT – Life Direction

17 Mar

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Everybody was telling me which direction I should take on my life path.

I wished I could see through and decide the best way possible.

Now I know what I did not know then. Sometimes the answer you seek is quite obvious. You don’t even have to try that hard. Focus on the positive things in life and everything will be just fine.


This post was written for Three Line Tales.

She Used To Love Me, But Then…

14 Mar

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Vincent closed his tattoo studio and started to walk towards the bar across the street. It was his every day routine since he and Sophie broke up. Since that moment he became a nyctophile and spent almost every night walking on the streets in drunken haze.

During the day he was very precise in his work. Every tattoo he created had it’s own structure and each piece was a briliant work of art. He immersed to his work  right after Sophie broke his heart. He realized that work distracted his mind in the right way and from then on he worked nonstop every day. 

He might not know this, but Sophie felt the pain in her heart for a very long time. She couldn’t figure out what is the cause. Her life with Vincent was perfect until it wasn’t. She knew she was supposed to be happy, but she didn’t feel happiness in her heart for months. And so she started to seek some help. She started to visit church almost every day until she realized she is happy only when she is talking to God. This was not night to morning decision. But after a few months she was absolutely certain she wanted to become a nun.

Vincent was devastated. He didn’t understand. To this day he couldn’t adjust to the thought she could leave him like this. They had a dozen of eristic discussion, but her decision was final and irretrievable.

And so now he was wandering on the street near the novitiate where Sophie was staying. It was one of those darkest rainy nights. Lurking behind the novitiate walls he was trying to spot her window. He didn’t want to terrorize anybody but didn’t realize that with his appearance and drunken mood might quite possibly do so.

He glared at the gigantic walls that separated him from the love of his life. Usually he just drowned his anger in a bottle of whiskey. But tonight he wanted to get all this anger and desperation out. So he started to shout:

“Why??? Why did you choose THIS instead of me? I was here for you! Tell me why?? I loved you! I gave you all my life!And you left me! For this…for God! How can I compete with God?”

Nobody came out. It was as nobody heard him. It was just him standing in the rain waiting for a miracle that would save him from this misery.

It took him a while to understand that this was the end. That he had to move on. But he took a decision to try to understand. Because it was the only possible way for him to heal.

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This post was written for : Wordle #101 “March 14, 2016”

Savior

11 Mar

 

Stella arrived with her husband to the agreed place. It was an empty parking lot with one rubbish bin. They have been told to leave the money in it.

“But this is the middle of nowhere”, Stella freaked out. She wanted her daughter back as soon as they give the money to these people who kidnapped her.

“They want to be sure we wouldn’t come with the police. If they are watching us right now, they see we are here alone.” He looked around and tried to find some spot from which they could be watched. But there was just an abandoned gas station and open road surrounded with nothing.

“Let’s leave the money in the rubbish bin.” Tim approached to the place when he saw a man getting closer to them. Tim’s heart started to beat faster. He realized this man could kill them both.  Instead he grabbed the bag with money and told to Tim and Stella to get in the car. Then something unexpected happened. The man got into the car with them.

“I know where your daughter is. I will help you to get her back. Now let’s get out of here.”

This post was written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – Week 11.

 

Farewell

10 Mar

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photo by Samuel Zeller

“Why would I ever consider leaving Tim?” Anna was staring to her brother’s eyes and kept asking him this question over and over.

“Because this is not a healthy relationship, Anna. For Christ’s sake, he is a criminal! He can get you in some trouble! And now you are even planning to run away with him? Police is searching for him! When will you open your eyes and see that this is dangerous?”

“He is the love of my life. I can’t leave him. I am going with him.” Anna was determined. She was looking at her brother’s face trying to memorize every feature of it. She knew this was the last time they saw each other. They were sitting in a cafe with beautiful view to the cathedral. A perfect place for a goodbye.

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A Dangerous Path To Freedom

9 Mar

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I see these walls and steps that I am walking on and I realize that I will never walk them again. I will never touch these walls again. These are my last days on this castle. Tomorrow I will be on the run.

I was forced to marry this despot who calls himself king. But he never knew the true meaning of this word. My father was the real king.

I will sacrifice everything only to get free from this tyranny of his. The only way to do so is to kill him and run as far as possible. I will live in poverty maybe but it is worth it. I have to do it otherwise I will be the dead instead.

And so I walk these steps the last time preparing myself for the most dangerous path in my life. Till this time I was the oppressed one. But not anymore.

Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

A Letter To Home

5 Mar

 

I know it’s only been three weeks. I can feel it in my heart, in my inside, because it hurts so much. The fact that it’s only been three weeks of what is supposed to be my one year in this place just hurts me. I am at the beginning of this road which you have chosen for me.

The working hours are long and sometimes it is cold in here. I always try to switch my mind off while working. It will help me not to think of home I thought. But at the end of the day when the work is finished and I am not busy with the machines in the factory anymore, I think of you.

I think of all of you, sitting by the big table and laughing on John’s jokes. I think of Nell’s first steps and her innocent toddler face. I miss my brother and sister. But I miss you mother, the most.

It is snowing outside. The first snow since I came here. I look out the window and I imagine these snowflakes falling on our house. Maybe if you look out the window now, you will see me too.

 

The original post of  Flas Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner. 

TLT – Wonderland

3 Mar

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photo by Glen Noble (click here for the full res version)

Henry entered the library and found himself surrounded by books. 

He could hear his heart beat very clearly.

The well-trodden path led him to the very place he was looking for. He found the gate to the fantasy world.

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New York City Getaway

1 Mar

Emma was studying the map. She wanted to be sure they would not lose any time and be in New York as fast as they could. It was supposed to be their new life in a new town. Josh called it a fresh start. She was not completely sure moving to one of the biggest cities in the world would erase what they did. But she agreed to move.

Could they really start over? She kept asking herself. Is it possible to wash away all your sins by leaving them behind and run away from it all? There was no time to think of the reasonable answers. Sooner or later somebody would find out. They had to leave.

wood-trees-house-branchesEmma looked at their perfect house with the perfect porch and white fence for the last time. It was her dream house. But now she had to let it go.

“This is the smallest price we have to pay”, Josh whispered to her ear.

“I know. I know we have to do this. I want to leave before anyone starts asking questions.”

Josh put her arm around her waist and looked into her eyes.

“New York.”

“New York it is.”

Emma kissed him on his cheek and got into the car.

They left the house exactly how they first found it. It was covered in the rays of the new rising sun.