Never Ending Story

It’s throbbing, racing inside my left chest. It felt as if I had just run for my life, but I didn’t. I just woke up. All I had done previously was lying in my bed, sleeping. I tried to lie still and caught my breath, but the rapid pulse of my heartbeat drove me restless. […]

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Subconscious Atonement

‘The imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told’, believed young Briony Tallis in Ian McEwan’s Atonement. In fact, the more profound yet more realistic source of secrets is our dreams – the ones that light themselves up vividly when we are lying down unconsciously […]

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Bertha Mason Scene 5

INT: A CHATEAU UP IN MONT VINAIGRIER, ÈZE – DUSK CLOSE UP – PIERRE’S FACE Pierre is kneeling next to Bertha’s bed, holding her left hand. His sorrowful eyes are fixing at her pale face. BERTHA Tell me, please tell me that what I perceived to be your feelings for me back then was not […]

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Non-convergent

He told his wife over a morning coffee that he dreamed about this girl last night. “Was it about me?”, his daughter interrupted cheerfully. “No, my dear”. He told her with a warm smile. His wife seems to be busy playing a tea party with his dear little girl. She does not pay him much […]

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Jacob’s Room

In a sudden I feel grievous, looking up from page 44 of Jacob’s Room through the rain-strained window to the top of a leafless tree backgrounded by the cloudy sky of December the first. Fresh out of college with a mind full of ideology and ideas, with that body full of strength and energy, young men […]

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Dalloway Chapter 3

Doctor, your tabs are not effective enough to bring me to the dark realm of sleep. Another white tab was in my hand. Doctor would certainly scold me for doing this. I felt the cold water running down my throat. Fauré’s Requiem is so relaxing, would God curse me for listening to Requiem instead of […]

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Personal No. 8

I do not want to sleep. I hate sleeping. I do not want to dream, to be falling in that black hole full of illusionary stories. And then to get dragged desperately back to the reality in which none of those stories exists. It is just an exhausting cycle, happening nights after nights. . Sometimes […]

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Stop the Larks from Singing

Stop the larks from singing What an impolite chirping! Don’t they know I’m dreaming Of him, dearest, my darling!   There the sun! Stop shining through the cloud! No, I won’t let the night to end now. Don’t you know I’m safe and sound, In his arms where I long to be.   Stop the […]

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A Few Minutes Before Midnight

It was a typical scene in the morning of local people out at the street purchasing raw ingredients and other goods they would need on their daily basis. I walked pass an old lady aged about 80 years old. She smiled at me, I smiled back. Yet, in my head I was rather somewhere else, […]

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The Unaccustomed Recurrence

I was sitting there, at that place we met for the first time a year and a half ago. I went there every Friday at eight o’clock in the evening, the exact date and time I saw your face back then. I expected you would show up after all these times, but you never did. […]

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