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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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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Untitled #6

She told him that whenever it is and wherever she will be, he will always be her inspiration. It has been ten years since, and she still feels the same. Even though she barely remembers his face. Suggested soundtrack: Theme – From “Varmints” Soundtrack by Jóhann Jóhannsson

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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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Untitled #5

: Could you please stop coming to see me from this day on? : Why? – : Because I don’t like being used to something. Suggested soundtrack: Brittle with Sorrow by Dakota Suite

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Cigarette End

I breathed in that last burning breath and flicked its end onto the ground. I stamped upon it, but the fire was not extinguished. I stamped once again and pulled up my foot to see, it was still not extinguished. I miss you now, feeling that same fire burning inside my chest. I let you […]

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I Love You

Sorry readers, I cannot think of any better way to write this piece, because what overwhelms my body and soul at the moment is only these trite three words, eight letters to that one person: “I love you” Suggested soundtrack: An Amalgamation Waltz 1839 by Joep Beving

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Drunk

I sat on a sofa with my back leaning against it. My head tilted back, I was looking at the ceiling. Drunk. I carried a glass of memory of you on the rocks in my right hand. I was drunk by the memory of us. My friend poked my arm a while after, being afraid […]

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