So, I’m watching this movie, it’s French, whatever, and there’s this main guy called Gary. Continue reading
The water around the watermill was running still and quiet. The wheel barely moved into a full circle. The stars shined upon the dark sky, sparkling like diamond sprinkles. Fireflies soared in the air, and a frog would occasionally jump out of the bushes and into the stream. It was wonderful to come back home after so many years. The silhouettes of small hills melted into meadows, and an owl would sometimes break the silence, flapping its wings and calling out its kind in the dark. The green sea and the black waves. Soft whispers of the wind spread between corn stalks. She missed the speech of the soil. She was ready to make the final step, but she had to return to her homeland before she did anything else. A part of her still could not believe that the search was over. She feared that something might spoil her plans before she managed to set herself free. The trip was long, so she needed to move at first sign of daylight. After all, the salvation was in her grasp. She was a bit sad because she would not see the sight before her again. Continue reading
Right now, there is a competition going on. The tagline is Where Does Art Live? And it made me think. Then, I saw something, a piano in the street. It answered the question right away. Where does art live? Wherever it needs to.
Months and years have passed in idleness. Can days be prevented from slipping away? It is certain, more will end up in the same void. Nothing can be done, except watching them fall apart against time, just like waves break against the rocks on a beach.
Drunk Story Challenge Rules:
1. Get something to write with
2. Get something to write on
3. Get drunk, but not too much so you can still make sense in your writing
5. Post your unedited writing and see if you are a good drunk writer or not
Here are both the translation and the original of my drunk story Phantasm. Continue reading
He waited for the next few days. Still, there was no sign of the official statement. Joss checked his mail box every day, but there he only found new bills to pay and promotional papers for new stores opening in the city. One morning during breakfast, Joss read an article in the newspaper about a bizarre accident in which an elderly man tripped on his doorstep, slipped backwards and died from the fall consequences. Apparently, his wife reported that she saw him receiving the mail for that day and that he did not pay attention to his steps because he was opening a letter he did not really expect. Joss remembered how he reacted when he got the statement that said that he still had to pay the loan back. Of everything that could lead to a person’s demise, mail was probably the least expected. Two weeks went by and nothing happened. Joss was concerned. Continue reading