Glimpse of Depravity_THE ARTICHOKE FIELD_Save Myself_When It Rains It Pours
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Glimpse of Depravity
“Pick a door quickly,” the voice demanded. “Pick before it’s too late.”James stood in a small, brown-colored room facing a wall with a grayish door to the left, and a light blue door to his right. There were no windows on the walls to his left, right, and in front of him. Behind him is complete darkness. A feeling of dread that creeped into James’ soul.“How did I get here?” he asked.He is answered by sounds that sent chills down his spine, came forth from the darkness that brought terror into his heart. What came forth is nothing he has heard before, and immediately knew he did not want to kno...
THE ARTICHOKE FIELD
THE ARTICHOKE FIELD “ Listen to me darling , as I have told you a lot of times, uh…I have to repeat it every day, uh…, what they do in their field is their business. It does not concern us! We have no right to interfere, we don’t have the right to put our nose into it!” Babel said snorting, almost angry, standing stubbornly turned towards the window, as if he didn’t even want to see her. He had just awake, was feeling still half asleep, and that …blessed woman , who was his wife, damnation, was again saying that the Richmond, their neighbors, had gone there, in their field, the last night too...
Save Myself
It was supposed to be the shortest night of the year. Still, she felt like darkness clung to the skies for longer than necessary. She has been counting hours (or was it minutes?). Nevertheless, she counted and her counts reached a number higher than the bodies on this shore. Only after it, the sun started to rise. She felt the warmth of the first rays on her shoulders. It felt painful. It felt excoriatingly painful, but she felt alive. As if the Sun too, had seen the horrors she went through this night. As if the Sun too, could see the bleeding wounds that covered her. So, it burned her; she ...
When It Rains It Pours
Rain could see her reflection in a puddle. She was waiting to cross the street, but got impatient, so she instead looked down and was unpleasantly surprised to see her own self staring back, those asymmetrically lined eyes shimmering on the shallow surface, a damp reminder of 12 o clock’s showers. She was on her way to meet a friend, well, that’s what she wanted him to be anyway – at this point in time he was a stranger. A stranger sat in the third booth of ‘La Vida Nocturna’, taking sips of a drink he had read about once in an overpriced magazine about dinnerware. It was in the part of town R...