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The Entity - Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Miranda sat in bed, still in her pyjamas, with a photo album in her lap and a weight in her chest. Why she had chosen his day to stare at photos of her childhood remained a mystery to her; the memories of her joyful past making her feel sad instead of happily nostalgic. The images of her parents, of her brothers and all of them together made her throat close and she snapped the album closed. If she didn’t hurry, she would arrive late for her morning class for the third time in a week. Since classes had started the week before, that might not be a very good thing.
Putting the album back on the shelf, right beside some dusty music books, she focused on getting ready. Finding a pair of jeans under all the clothes on her chair wasn’t an easy task but she managed; she always did. Still, it took her more time than it should have and, when Miranda left the apartment, she was already late to ca
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words - RewriteThe show started at ten thirty and, even though it was only nine in the evening, the square in front of the stadium was full. Young people walked around holding tickets in hand, knowing that the doors wouldn’t open for some time. There was energy in the air, flickering with every words of excitement as experiences were shared and young people laughed and boasted about the concerts they had already been at. Someone had even brought a guitar and a group sang off tune to one of the songs they would listen later performed by the band.
“I think they’re lost…”
A girl sipped her coffee from the paper cup, looking at the old couple that walked in their direction. At a slow but steady pace, with their arms locked together, they opened way through the excited youngsters, drawing strange looks. The woman was small, with black and short curly hair and a thin and wrinkled face. As for the man, he had almost no hair at all but the ones he had were a beautiful mix of gr
Poetry Colaboration - ReflectionsReflections never share their thoughts,
Staring from the other side, silent judges.
Constant enigmas, mysteries
Of lost loves, memories and grudges.
Eyes look into eyes, never wavering.
Lips do not tremble, without smile or frown.
Impassive, serene, hidden within
A turmoil of secret doubt.
Why do you stare at me?
Please say something, or I'll go mad.
Won't you give me some advice?
Or just stop staring at me like that!
Holiday ScentsHolidays at home,
Lying on the couch.
Someone’s in the kitchen,
Smells all around.
Bread’s in the oven but
There’s something sweeter…
The thick scent on my throat
Of chocolate chip cookies.
Oh, there’s also coffee brewing,
Bitter and energetic.
A deep inhale.
Of being a child again.
Legacy of LightShe lit another cigarette, leaning against the wall. The night was mild and, for the first time in many weeks, she felt comfortable standing outside to smoke, wearing only a light dress. How she had missed summer and its warm nights. The cat seemed as pleased as she was and rubbed against her leg, before climbing to a chair and lying there, with his yellow gaze on her for a moment. Then, lazily as only a cat could be, he closed his eyes, leaving her half-alone with the universe. She could barely hear a sound and, standing on her balcony, with a perfect view of her whole neighbourhood, she knew why. Everyone slept; not a single window shone bright in the night.
Except for hers, of course. Loneliness took over her with the sad realization that, even now, she was alone in her condition of being awake. No, maybe not. There had to be others. Others who looked up at the heavens and wondered if someone else did the same. Maybe someone else who, just like her, was promising themselves this cig
Lost in Translation (SaD May - Day 28)Carla loved to go on vacation. To the beach, to the mountains, to the city and wherever she could find new things to learn and explore. Summer had soon become her favourite time of year and, even when money was short, she went somewhere closer and cheaper. Usually that meant not leaving Portugal, calling a couple of friends and asking if any of them would let them stay at their place for a few nights. So many of her friends had had to move away from their home town, some were all around Europe, looking for jobs and a better life. They liked having her around, showing the place where they had reconstructed their lives. Sometimes, they couldn’t. Work took all of their time, even during summer, and Carla found herself alone.
She minded. It would be much better if she could spend time with her friends and it was always different to have someone show her the surroundings and not stumble around with a map. It didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself and, this year, she planne
Do the waters sleep,
what images might fill their dreams?
Light gilds the surface,
while unimagined life forms
find sanctuary in the depths.
Haiku/SenryuSwimsuit dreams in winter,
sunscreen scented poolside songs,
time on dragonfly wings.
© L. L. Kelly 2009
Barg-ha zamin ra pushandeh-andبرگـــــها زمین را پوشانده اند / ابرها آسمان را پر کـــرده اند
سرد می شه اما دلم ارزو داره / چو زود اَیام نوروز می رسند
Barg-hā zamin rā pushāndeh-and / Abrhā āsemān rā por kardeh-and
Sard misheh amā delam arezu dāreh / Chu zud ayām-e nouruz miresand
Leaves cover the ground
The sky is full of clouds
It’s cold but my heart is hopeful
Soon it will be the days of Nowruz
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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