Plain Is Pain

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If melancholy was a place, it would be a plain. It is long and wide. The vastness, where blue from the sky melts into green from the fields in one, thin line of the horizon is overwhelming, consuming.

Everything appears distant. If you spend enough time in it, a wasteland will start spreading on the inside, pushing out all pleasant sensations to occupy more space for itself. It will become a shirt for you to wear everywhere you go. You will not notice it at first, but the invisible shirt will pressure you and you will wonder why you want to cry when a cheerful song plays and why your dreams are always strange or frightening, but never happy.

If you take a road cutting through the plain, your feet will hurt. You will feel pointlessly free, as all around would strike you as endless. The plain is loneliness hiding in the croplands, the grass, and the soil.

If you ever come to a plain, make sure you bring all of your happiness with you. That way, you can enjoy the breeze whistling through blades of wheat, blushing sunsets sinking beyond, puffed clouds splashing as racing horses through clear, blue dome embracing the striving stretches of dirt.

The plain demands you whole. And if you agree to that, it will give you a strange sense of peace in return. Wherever you go, whichever place you visit, it will stay with you and make you want to go back to it. At the end, it remains and you are tinted by it. Everything else is insufficient. The waves of mountains, all the tops to conquer, the concrete of cities, monuments to admire, yet nothing can compare to the sea of earth escaping beneath you, boundless.

Impressions 79

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            So, I saw Wonder Woman. And it was wonderful. If I had to describe it with something relatable or compare it to something else, I would say that this movie was a full, perfect, menu meal. You get the soup, steak, side dish, salad, and a lovely dessert. While I was watching it, I was reminiscing something I have wanted to share ever since it happened. It was such a little, endearing moment to me, which when I thought about it, was both great and a bit bitter. Why great? Because it made me feel great. So, then why bitter? Because of how simple it was, and how some wouldn’t even consider it as something good. However, I think it was one of the best compliments I have ever received. This guy from a computer store praised my nerdy knowledge of comic books, Star Wars, and movies. He delightfully said that not a lot of women know so much about those. It made me blush, as someone would if they were called good looking. Every time I think about it I chuckle. Calling someone attractive doesn’t suffice beyond a surface level. Telling someone you like their interests, that you share them as well, that’s how you get their attention.

The Chronicles: Part 2 – Chapter 5

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The cold weather bothered Nikolaos. They rode all night, and he barely had some sleep.  The saddle was hard, and soon he started to feel pain at the bottom of his back and in his thighs. He could not wait to reach the place his father was talking about, but who knows where it was. He heard about the city of Sirmium, but he had never visited anything outside Rome. Maybe it is just behind the next hill, maybe it will take them two weeks of riding to get there. Apparently, they were closer to the latter case. Surprisingly, they did not encounter any serious problems during their journey. There was no trouble, no attacks from the wild tribes, lurking from the darkness of the woods. They were fine, physically. But, the closer they were to Sirmium, the more nervous Georgios was. Continue reading

Weekend Writing Warriors – Plain Is Pain

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Weekend Writing Warriors is an amazing platform where every Saturday on Sunday you can share with others 8 to 10 sentences of your work. It is a great opportunity to reach new readers. And, of course, I hope that you will find this excerpt interesting.

This weekend, I am entering with 10 sentences from Plain Is Pain. It is a short story and an essay I am writing about growing up in a plain. It’s sometimes difficult to explain it to people, so I tried to let written thoughts speak about it. Once completed, I will post the story on my blog. It is primarily a blog for writing, but I tend to post any form that might inspire me. Enjoy staying here.

If melancholy was a place, it would be a plain. It is long and wide. The vastness, where blue from the sky melts into green from the fields in one, thin line of the horizon is overwhelming, consuming.

Everything appears distant. If you spend enough time in it, a wasteland will start spreading on the inside, pushing out all pleasant sensations to occupy more space for itself. It will become a shirt for you to wear everywhere you go. You will not notice it at first, but the invisible cloth will pressure you and you will wonder why you want to cry when a cheerful song plays and why your dreams are always strange or frightening, but never happy.

If you take a road cutting through the plain your feet will hurt. You will feel pointlessly free, as all around would strike you as endless. The plain is loneliness hiding in the croplands, the grass, and the soil.

Impressions 78

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Memory can often be an enemy of the worst kind. It decides to send its letters of past when one least expects it. Bad memories sometimes seem much more eager to appear than the good ones. Familiar, dear faces emerge, only to remind of the void left by their absence. The realization that it is only a memory shatters those moments in pieces of bitterness. Yearning for those times to return becomes obsessively excruciating. The presence is suddenly irrelevant. The future is not something to be welcomed anymore, it turns into a boat slowly sailing away from those happier places the mind has kept. And it makes you angry, sad, and disappointed. All the words that could be said if only one more chance was given. They are now nothing more than unspoken thoughts and regrets.

The Blue

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Blue is infinity above. It is limitless freedom, it belongs to everyone and surrounds all that was, all that is, and all that will be.

Impressions 77

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There is that rule about meeting someone and realizing whether you like them or not in just three seconds. In my case, my attitude towards someone new in three seconds is basically just, I haven’t found reasons to avoid you. Yet.

Colours

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Every story in Colours will have a specific colour as a theme, along with the impressions and sentiments it provokes. Along with thoughts on each part of the spectrum, these writings will also include photos inspired by many magnificent properties of light. This is a writing practice for the purpose of merging different senses with concepts. The idea is to achieve simultaneous response from both the mind and the body, as the former stems from the latter, and the latter completes the former.