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Event Horizon

The Fourth Part to The La Union Saga

Finding myself standing outside early one hot August evening in the middle of a heat wave, and being able to feel and see the heat rising in the still motionless air, as all the leaves droop and hang down. Looking to the far horizon and seeing that summer sun slowly setting in the distance like molasses. As it seems to set both the skies and horizon on fire in this turning of twilight, as I turn and head inside. Heading t...

Naturalis

A Third Part to The La Union Saga

Sitting here once again at my favoured corner table with my back to the wall, and knowing that closing time is soon approaching and I should be leaving this place soon. Yet, I am comfortable and at ease knowing that part of the current nightmarish situation has passed, as I am now looking past those bottles that seem to stand as though on file that were killed one by one. Now looking to where the sound of a guitar is bein...

Frozen River

Part Two of the La Union Saga

There are bars and saloons where the jukeboxes play the blues long into the night, as a peasant sits at the end of the bar crying in his glass of that pessimist wine that the autumn has eyes for. And I am sitting here at the bar with a madman, who’s telling me to look around as all are serving time. For crimes that were either committed or imagined that have never been defined in anyway as they stood trial, like what Kafk...

Innocence - Chapter 8

A story about a girl without memories from her past.

It was a moment, when arguing was up a blind alley, and that remaining silent was the best way of protecting yourself. The vertically challenged lady’s friends came and helped her put the blame on me. The usual stack in my high school fairy tale, oh I’m so used to this. People in this school just loved making mountains out of molehills. They said I splashed the drink at her on purpose. It was not a big deal, really. It wa...

The old abode

When an old house appears from nowhere, Peter can't help but explore.

He could only stop and stare. There was nothing else he could do at that moment. He’d skidded to a halt on his bike, nearly going over the handlebars, as he saw the abandoned house on one of his familiar trails. For 15 years, he had ridden along this pathway, twice a week, and not once during that time had he seen the semi-detached, set back from the path, surrounded by the trees the route cut through. A well trodden path...

Innocence - Chapter 7

A story about a girl without memories from her past.

The skin near my eye swelled itching in pain after the emotionless lady threaded every unwanted follicle of my eyebrows-- she didn't turn a hair every time I closed my eyes gasping in awe. Ichigo on my right side was laughing while putting on eyeliner. The lady started putting some on me too, starting with layers of cream and powder. She filled my brows with a small brush touched on a cork eyeshadow then, eyeliner and mas...

Sunday finds me in my usual pew awaiting the procession to the altar for the start of mass. As I notice a conversation taking place two or three rows in front of me, just like a scene from Schindler’s List. Which has me recall what they once told me about art imitating life and vice versa. As well as recalling that they also told me about the Devil living in the details, something I found out, and know exactly what they m...

Jokers

In a quest for oneupmanship, how far will these practical jokers go?

It started so innocently, all those years ago, when they were six years old, when he woke up to discover a big plastic spider on the pillow. Even at that age, spiders were frightening beasts to him, and he had been in tears for hours afterwards, much to the other boys amusement. Gary and Steve were childhood friends that had grown up into 34 year olds who were still good friends now, as then. They lived five miles apart i...

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Benevolent spirit

Haunted by a hungry ghost!

Once again she had awoken late, which was unlike her, and in her dressing gown and slippers, surveyed her living room, surprised at what she saw. It wasn’t as she knew it, and what she was used to. It was different. It was tidy. Margaret Hayes was 65, and had lived on her own for twenty-one years. She looked at the spotless carpet, the polished ornaments on all shelves, and could detect an odour of marine scented air fres...

Hollow and Hallowed

A short story that I have started but have been unable to finish.

The man’s punch could make an ox fall to its chest, flat on the stone, head black in and out. Wouldn’t put him above it neither. His feet moved side to side, creating his bounce that he carried with every step, with every day. When his feet went forward sparks surrounded the ground and his ankles were in a daze of stars, staring up at the tripped ceiling with awe and magnificence. Soon the other man would be put in a simi...

Rising strings of violins wretch in my head’s empty chamber and descend deep into the chasms of my throat. I can feel them tremble and whisper, “We will shake hands with Heaven the day all of this rubble turns to light and returns to stars.” Mallets strike my eardrums without any pattern, rhythm, or beat. Sympathy possesses either any man or God, for God is sleeping now, heavy and guarded. His comatosed arm is thrown as h...

Mixed messages

He came to her, but who was the second choice?

He entered their room online and she smiled and said, “Hi.” He simply replied, “I have something important to ask you...” Noticing he sounded nervous, she asked, “What?” “Umm... how would you like to go out with me?” In shock and needing a little time, she asked him, “Can I have some time to think?” He said, "Okay."An hour or so later, she was about to message him back to give him her answer when she noticed he had change...

Should have known

Only you knew the truth..

You don't believe me and that really hurts. I thought out of everyone you were different. However, I guess you're not and that is a shame. Because for you...I would have done anything, even attempted to walk on water. But I should have known it was too good to be true. That you would rather feel young than have a friend that's true.

Echo of Sight

Roland Stark is a high school senior coping with sudden visual impairment.

Do people go through life on a predetermined path, like a straight line? I often wondered that during the summer of my junior year of high school. I lived a straight line, it seemed like, and it was routine to me. I’d do the things normal people would at my age: hang out at the mall with friends, play video games, watch movies, that sort of thing. It wasn’t hard to admit to myself that things were pretty boring, but that...

A Chance to explain

A second chance please...

I really need the opportunity to make you understand what I actually meant.  To tell you what I was trying to say  when my words just came out all wrong.  You see, my nerves got the better of me  and I got all tongue tied  And the compliment I was trying to give  came out more like an insult instead.  So I hope you will accept my apology  and please give me the chance to explain.  'Cause you are really are one in a millio...