I did the only thing I could do. I started walking on the beach. It had to lead somewhere, right? I must have walked for months. I would sleep on the beach, I figured I would bury myself in the warm sand a little bit, to escape the cold, but it never came for me.… Continue reading My search, pt. 7
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My search, pt. 6
Was it? Was it worth it for me? What was really waiting for me on the other side? Such grave pain. I had clearly been in a horrible accident. Who knows what was waiting for me. I tried to think very, very hard. Would he be waiting for me? I sat with my knees close… Continue reading My search, pt. 6
My search, pt. 5
That’s when it hit me, he was waiting for us. He was as lonely as I was, maybe even more. I started crying. A horrible flash blinded me and I saw myself laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. Glass. Screaming. My grandfather’s hand on my shoulder brought me back. – What? What did… Continue reading My search, pt. 5
My search, pt. 4
Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t remember what had happened before I got to the beach. I remembered the pain, I remember the feeling of loneliness washing over me, but I couldn’t quite place why I felt that way. – How did I get here? – – How could I know that? – He answered me.… Continue reading My search, pt. 4
My search, pt. 3
I just stared at him thinking about what I had said that was so funny. He had died so long ago. Did I imagine that? Had that not really happened? What was really going on? He stopped laughing and looked at me with a little bit of pity. – Honey, I didn’t come to see… Continue reading My search, pt. 3
My search, pt. 2
I woke up because I heard laughing. Such familiar sound, but I couldn't place it anymore. I opened my eyes, scared of what I would see before me. When I saw him, I felt nothing but relief. I wasn't alone anymore. I sat down in complete awe of what was happening. He gently grabbed my… Continue reading My search, pt. 2
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First all I'd like to say thank you to everyone who reads me, I never imagined so many people would like what I write, and it really feels amazing! Secondly, I just wanted to say that I'm working on a longer piece, trying to put a story together that is going to be a bit… Continue reading Next chapter
Staring eyes
I could feel the empty stares of the people around me. I knew they weren't even aware that they were staring at me. But it still made me nervous. Could anyone tell? I thought it was impossible for anybody to tell, but it's always easier to imagine a situation than to live it. I could… Continue reading Staring eyes
The old man and the pirate’s hut
It had been months since I had seen anybody. Silence was my normal. I used to talk to myself a lot in the beginning, but it got old over time. Why talk when nobody's listening? I was drinking coffee at my kitchen table, always set for one, when I heard them. At first I thought… Continue reading The old man and the pirate’s hut
Back to myself 