An Accidental Murderer

A murderer is in my bed, lying next to me, breathing silently. She looks like the most innocent creature that ever walked the Earth, nothing but gentle softness resides in her transparent aura.

The Frog

Stop telling me that there is no frog in our flat. I heard it this morning again and I know it is here somewhere.

Duality

On some days I get reminded that someone made me a dual creature. I am human and I am robot.

Divisions

07 Nov 2009, Stockholm, Sweden

Was it snow or was it rain that was falling on Stockholm this morning? The opinions were divided.

The results of today’s online survey conducted by “Times of Sweden” showed that the majority of those who experienced rain were also pro invasion of Norway, with the main aim of moving the responsibility for giving The Nobel Peace Prize “to Sweden, where it belongs”.

According to the Zero Personal Privacy Law, “Times of Sweden” provided the government with all the IP addresses of the survey participants.

Your obsessive-compulsive survey-filling reporter hopes that she won’t be behind bars the next time you hear from her.

 

First posted here, in The Sceptic’s Newspaper

Anniversary

This time I did everything right; I booked our favorite restaurant and bought her a pair of expensive looking earrings (I got her flowers only once, the first time we went out; just seeing me holding the bouquet at the door made her cry; I thought – crap, what have I done now, my mom says roses always work… It turns out that my wife-to-be is actually not overly emotional; she just has a strong allergy to pollen).

Not my shoes! (Bad bad George)

I went to bathroom #4 and saw the clothes tossed all over the floor; the shower was on, steam crawling over the walls; my black and white satin shoes with small quirky bows were getting exposed to the humidity in large amounts; why were they not in their box and what were they doing here?!

The whole search for my shoes started when I could not find them this morning so I went from room to room trying to trace them; and – George.

I was sure he snatched them; I saw how he looked at them yesterday when I had them on when we met him for dinner; but we had a deal from a way back – play with whatever you want; you may borrow my hats, my sunglasses, or even dresses as much as you please; but NOT MY SHOES!

We’ll always have our poems

Darling, my saccharine darling; the short-lived euphoria I felt when we met extruded a poem or two that weakened your knees and made you vertiginous; we spent a few days waking up together and now you are in love.

Departure

The last time I was dying did not hurt this much; less pain resided inside of me back then.

The Foreigner (a close encounter of the third kind)

The first question she popped out caught her new friend off guard; or… did it? She could not read people’s faces that well back then, especially not a face like his, but however he behaved or whatever he said would not have mattered that much; she had already decided that the only interesting person she saw since they came here will become her new friend.

A Perfect Crime

You said I was perfect for you; isn’t it amazing how you could feel that after knowing me for only an hour we’ve spent together in the moving car?

I talk a lot and I am not used to people actually listening, but you do; and I usually feel so lonely but no, not now when I am with you, isn’t that amazing?

No, I have no friends or family, no, I have no one; there are seldom days when I do not feel like the most miserable person on Earth, and here you came, being so kind and talking to me with such a genuine warmth in your voice.

Why are we stopping in the middle of the forest, did something break?

Is that a gun in your hand?

But, you said I was perfect…

6S

The links to my Six sentences stories can be found in the column on the right side.

I do not know what to do with those; should I post them both there and here? It feels redundant and unnecessary. Still, one can not comment on them if one is not a member of 6S. Hm, hm. Maybe I should post them here, after all?

For now, I will update the links to the stories as I write more. Today I posted two of them, Departure and We’ll always have our poems

EDITED on 2009/09/28 :

I will post my short stories from 6S here as well. For my own sake. I tend to lose pieces I’ve written, so I will try to gather the most of them here. I’ll tag those with 6S.

The Nose (living on the edge)

The Accident

It was early in the morning and I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. I washed my face and while putting the towel back on the hook, somehow I managed to turn my head in a previously unexplored direction which was punished immediately with an incredible “I see stars” pain before everything became silent and turned black.

The evolution of my coffee sense

(A story about growing up)

At first I had none. No “coffee sense” or anything connected to it, existed in my head.

Genesis

One day, as my awareness of the external world grew over a certain point, I have noticed a peculiar thing. They called it “coffee”.

Coffee was embodied in mini black holes of a specific smell that grown ups gravitated towards in their daily get-togethers.

Upon a closer inspection I have noticed that coffee was a blackish liquid with brown foam on top. They used to drink it from small cups – that previously established source of the strong gravitational force.

Grown ups; a mysterious drink; conversations that were either boring or non-understandable; the whole happening often enveloped in clouds of smoke… I was suspecting that all those coffee drinkers were actually members of a sect. Therefore I decided to stay away from coffee.

That was the beginning. My coffee sense hatched from those feelings and impressions. There it was; a virtual one-state cell, with no developed receptors.

The Mirror Whisperer

- Am I real?
- Why wouldn’t you be?

- I am not visible.
- You do not have to be visible in order to be real.

- I was visible recently. Now, when I look at you, I am not. I have changed.
- Do you think the change was from “real” to “unreal”?

- You tell me. I can not see my own reflection in you. How’s that for “being real”?!
- Hmmm, have you ever heard of vampires?

Paper Cut

On a sunny summer day I was lying on a pier, with my head resting on your lap. There were no waves. The turquoise colored sea was calm, almost silent.

I heard the buzz coming from the people sitting in a small café on the beach and shouts of children in the background. They were there, cut and pasted from another time, another place. They did not see us, in spite of the train of my dress covering about one third of the pier, coloring it red. We were there in our own invisible bubble, more real for us than reality itself was; non existing for others.

The Voice of God

“You should go out and meet some new people. Or some old friends of yours.”
“I have no friends.”

“Of course you do. Anyway, you should not be alone all day long, every day. You must feel lonely.”
“I am not lonely. I am not alone either, God is often with me.”

Dear Joe

Dear Joe,

Take a deep breath and keep your eyes wide open. You knew the truth all this time, yet you refused to believe in it.

You stood there for some time and stared without blinking, Joe. They were approaching, all of them. They were coming closer and closer while the smoke caressed my body, attempting to hide me from them.

The Sandbox

Max was playing in the sand. The castles he was making with help of a small, plastic sand shovel were quite simple in shape and lacked many details. Still, he was doing the best he could. He was humming and looked happily engaged in his sculpting activity.

The Blue Fairy silently glided from a cloud and came to Max from behind. She patted him gently on his head. Max got so scared when he felt her touch that he dropped the shovel, jumped aside and yelled.

Grandmother dearest

-You look taller. Is it the shoes? Wait, no, those are your old shoes, right?
- I guess I just got taller.
- You also look slimmer. I like your dress, I do not remember you wearing it before. I did not think that Laura Ashley style was your cup of tea. You look sweet in it.
- You were not born yet when I used to wear it. It was in fashion back then.

The Orchid

 

 

It was cold, very cold. It seemed that he was alone in the apartment. Probably in the whole building. Maybe in the whole city. It certainly felt like that. The change occurred while he was sleeping. There was no sound and that felt new. He could not remember experiencing the complete silence ever before.

He has been awake for several hours now and the electricity apparently went off while he was asleep. That has never happened before.

Pink

They were pearly whitish-pink in color, tiny, deceivingly transparent and delicate, steadily moving forward on the top of the balcony fence.