Lost Soul (part7)

Apologies for the delay in writing this part, I’m finally here and ready to shake up your previous stories a little.

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The three of us entered the compound, it looked almost like a bunker. In fact, it was fairly similar to the nuclear bunker that my parents showed me videos of that they had to spend few years there when they were young. Yet this one was old abandoned I can’t imagine it housing more than 20 people. Luna held my hand and with Roman gave me a tour of the place to which I paid no attention. All this time my mouth was ajar in surprise so long I haven’t noticed I am parched, my eyes watery and a kaleidoscope of emotions rushed through me at exhausting speed. I might have not seen Luna in 10 years yet she still could feel my emotions as if she was my twin. She told me to sit and offered water which I gulped down faster than desert sand. Flashbacks of the past made me dizzy, I wondered how we ended up separate, why we haven’t met sooner it was ten fucking years. Who is Amruth and if he can still read my mind from a distance? Although it was of least importance at the moment I still wondered If my best friend Luna is in a relationship with my childhood crush.

I regained my composure and started thinking clearly, clearer than ever which was a strange feeling for me Luna interrupted my thoughts “It’s a local plant we add to water, we don’t know what it is but it makes your mind a lot sharper, I’m sure you feel it by now” I just nodded. “Agnes, aren’t you going to say anything? Are you not happy to see us?” asked Roman entering the room again.

“I..I..I am happy, sorry, I’m still in shock, I thought I will never see you again, I was almost killed and then you came. Aliens…friends…code, you mentioned a code to help you return, It’s incomplete I have another page let’s try to combine them and get out of this horrible place. The thing is I just can’t read it” I replied accelerating with each word. “Incomplete? another page? how do you know that? never mind, Show me the page this is mine an let’s have a look” Roman said with excitement and reached for the code to lay out on the table. As he did that my stomach acted like a ball in the pinball machine, the code that Roman presented was completely different from the page I had.

Romans face expression saddened yet his eyes sparked up. “Ahh this brings back some memories although I don’t think it’s part of the code.” he sighed. “What are you talking about? what memories?” was my next question. “You really can’t read it? Don’t you remember when we were little? Your grandfather loved all kinds of encryptions and thought them to us. He always left such notes for us to decode with instructions how to find a hidden stash of sweets our parents don’t know about, how could you forget that?” explained Roman. “I think I start to remember, yes, notes and sweets, yet I don’t remember any encryptions, can you read it?” I asked eagerly “Give me few minutes”

While roman studied the note I caught up a little with Luna, she even brought materials left over in this place that turned out to be sheets of cloth. Without hesitation, I took one and wrapped it around me like a toga to eliminate the constant cold. “I will find you some better clothes later” Luna said. Roman came back to us now with 2 sheets of paper and a thin piece of charcoal he used to write with.

“Fitting outfit Agnes. I decoded the note, it is just like the ones from our childhood, look. The face under the text is the iconic Julius Caesar, we learned about him in school. There are also roman numerals on it, this indicates it is a Caesars cipher, To solve it you need to arrange the alphabet in a circle, that numeral is your key which is 7, now take every single letter and substitute it with a letter 7 positions further. Here is the translation.” explained Roman giving me another page.

i am human. i am here for thirteen years trying to make
contact with my family. i have shelter food
technology and knowledge. even found a typing machine.
if you are still sane i would like to meet and work
together. there is a way out. in two days i will leave a
trail of red stones to meet at down i mean no harm. ha la
lau are learning our language thus the code.

I have read it and almost fainted, that plant sure makes your mind sharper because I now found dots that could be connected I wish I have seen before. I started to backtrack the events to find odd things. Amruth, he could not read the note because it was a code and not English, he was nice to me since he hoped I will teach him. The next part scared me, his throat it was clearly visible and blue the man who grabbed me in front of my shelter and told me to be quiet had a long beard, that man spoke aloud, only now I realized that Amruth only used telepathy. Was the bearded man trying to hide us from Amruth? did he use his shaman skills to make me not notice the switch of the person who led me away? The codemaker is here for 13 years. Thirteen years ago I was told my grandfather died in an accident, then there are the last words of my mother before I woke up here, ‘Find your gra…’

Are all these things be connected? could my grandfather be here somewhere? or is it just apophenia?

 

 

 

 

Here is a quote I came across that struck home and think everyone should read, especially when you struggle to make time for the things you want the most:

“And despite this inexorable fight, promise me you will never lose faith in yourself, that you’ll never cease from walking, for there’s no need to run.” -A.R

Lost Soul part 3

Part 1 by Enni

Part 2 by Jokerswild

The phone kept ringing in my hand but I couldn’t answer it due to the shock paralysing my body. Strange noise filled the shaking room and then part of the roof was just torn away, disappointingly Tony and Roman were the first ones out rush the door. Another part of the roof fell inside the room, but thankfully Luna moved me out of the way saving my life and snapping me out of the shock. Some part of it must have struck me because my bracelet has broken and lost in the chaos. As I noticed the bracelet is gone I alow saw that the box from the game had a hole town in it with a faint light shining through it. And then really grotesque hands coming out of it and reaching in my direction. Luna fainted at the sight and I just cried looking at the long fingers protruding in my direction. I felt the hand grip my wrist and at the same time, the front door burst open under the foot of my father rushing in together with my mother.

“No! we are too late..”

“Mom! help, I’m sorry I didn’t know!”

“William, quick, the tracker!”

I was being constantly pulled towards the shining hole in the game, my father pulled out a small square black device out of his back pocket and threw it at me. I barely managed to catch it as the hands yanked me harder now, losing my balance and falling towards the light the last thing I heard was my mother trying to say something that was cut off.

“Find your gr…”

I relive these events often in my dreams hoping I could remember more details but to no avail. It has been ten years now of waking up hungry and cold, thankfully through my childhood, my grandfather often took me for camping in the woods where I learned how to make shelter and find food in case of an emergency, and now I’m glad I never tried to thwart his efforts to teach me.

I have one stealthy shack on the ground and one on a tree if I need to run away from animals or the Ha La Lau, I see them sometimes wandering nearby alone or in packs. I avoid contact with them fearing they will kill me on sight like many animals they do. Maybe they won’t, after all, we have practically the same shape, but then that’s all we have in common.

As for the food, I found the most similar plants to what we have on earth and planted them nearby, occasionally I hunt for small animals, mostly hope they will fall into my trap. I try to search for some more resources during the day but I’m still afraid to wander off too far. Tonight I was awoken by a branch being broken close by, I instinctively clutched a sharp piece of metal I once found and used as a knife and peeked out. I heard a rustle and then silence. It wasn’t the Ha La Lau because they glow at night and I haven’t seen or heard an animal…

 

 

If you know someone suitable for this challenge feel free to let them know about it maybe they will join us. Or maybe you? do you want to write another part of this story? let me know in the comments.

Welcome to the game.

First of all, I would like to thank again to everyone who took part in the Destination Unknown series. If you don’t know what it is, check my blog if you liked it then I invite you to join a new series. To many of you, these might be tiny numbers but I’m happy that all together we got 309 likes and 361 comments especially when I didn’t expect this thing to work at all. I have decided to finish this project early as I treated it as a beta. (It ended with a potential to continue so you never know.)

For the next challenge/series whatever you want to call it I wanted to set defined rules to improve, unfortunately, the rules and ideas I had turned out to just cause problems when applied to a group of writers and work better on a book with one author. Then Enni messaged me that she has a short intro ready that we could use for the next challenge threw all my ideas out the window, surprisingly that helped. I had to re-think everything and probably improvise along the way, if you have any ideas for improvements please comment below and we will consider it before we start. Here is what Enni wrote

‘Mommy, please save me, they will eat my soul’ I cried over my phone
‘Honey, don’t lose hope Momma will be there. Keep your tracking device on’

I kept the tracking device on for my parents to search and make me free from these Ha-la-lau, that’s what they call themselves. I don’t know from where they come. All I know they capture humans, after torturing them they eat their souls. They think this will save their civilization.

Oh No! these EM waves from their ship, My tracker. I wobble it high in the air. It lost the signal. My Freedom is in your hand…

As you can see it will be likely sci-fi, or a demonic cult with high-end tech, same thing. I would like to tell me as whom you would like to write, enter the role of the teenage child and the parents or as a third party helping the parents to find the child.

The rules as for now there are not many.

Minimum of 600 words per part. If for some reason you kill all the main characters you need to introduce a new character to replace them. And that is pretty much it because YOU make it interesting by adding your own style and plot twists.

I would like it to make it 20 parts long with preferably 10 writers. I am not sure if I will be writing parts myself, it depends on the flow of the story. Instead, I will be playing sometimes with you sometimes against you, sort of a wild card, a watcher. I will drop a clue, a secret message to help you reach your goal but foremost to make you think and research things to be able to continue, for example, a coded message that you will have to find a key online to decipher it or just co-ordinates to a location. I also might hurt, trap or kill a character. To avoid unnecessary amount of posts from my side I will drop the messages in the comments and your emails. Hopefully, the authors from previous challenge return, If you are new and want to join please do, and if you know someone who might like it let them know.

Please comment below with tips and to join and we will assign parts to the people. I feel like I forgot the most important part for new people, the idea is simple, one person writes a story and drops it and some interesting point then you pick up where he left off and continue it in your own way, then drop it for another person.

Ah yes, this is the intro, we need a name for the series, it’s not out of laziness but out of respect for you that I would like you all to come up with a suitable name.

 

Photo by Antonello Crippa

Destination Unknown (Part 4)

Apple Rae

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Ann had me there, she might be my friend but she didn’t know that much about me. No one did except maybe for my ex-fiancé Sylvia, who left me after finding out my secrets. I had no choice, I had to lie about my sister’s existence to keep her safe. The only way to protect her is to put her in my rest house here in Norway. This 500 square meter two-story house was bought by my parents when my father, a Civil Engineer, had a construction project here in Oslo, back in the 90’s. Both floors have two main doors, made from Betula pubescens wood with some strange carvings my mum personally designed being an artist that she is. There’s also an old rusty spiral stairs that connects directly to the second floor that is securely locked for its purpose. Several months ago, when I asked Ann to look…

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Destination Unknown (Story Challenge pt1)

This is the first part of what I hope will be a long and interesting story, it is booked up for 3 parts already. For a better idea read my previous post https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133348354/posts/1435

The idea is simple, I write a story and drop it at preferably some cliffhanger, then another person has to pick up where I left off and continue in their own way preferably twisting the story. Comment to join.

 

He woke up in the middle of the night again 3:13 am on the clock. It was the fifth night in a row. Each time he was awoken by the same dream. In that dream, he saw a woman standing in a large room made of stone with strange engravings on the walls that felt familiar yet distant. The woman was wearing a plain white dress her golden hair blowing in the wind, but the air in the room was still. As soon as she makes eye contact with him she opens her mouth to a scream and suddenly bursts into flames. At this point, the clocks show 3:13 and sleep is gone. Nothing changed in his dreams, nothing until tonight, it wasn’t really a change but rather an addition. He was standing in front of a large and old house to which he was drawn to by a strange feeling, upon entering he was suddenly in the stone room and the woman in front of him. 3:13 again.

Due to many interesting skills acquired ever the years he decided to concentrate on the details of the dream. Oner next several nights he was drawing what he saw in the vision. that’s what he thought of it as normal dreams don’t repeat themselves so often in such detail. For the first two nights he was sketching the woman from the dream in a way that many artists would be proud of. It took him another 3 nights to note most of the symbols on the walls, they were strange, upon studying them he determined they are most likely ancient Sumerian, unfortunately, he did not know the meaning of them, in fact, there are not many people left knowing ancient Sumerian.

The house was easy to draw, so easy he didn’t need to strain himself to remember the details. It was after he was finished that he realised it was his house. Not the one he was currently living in but one he owns in Europe. Without hesitation, he decided to go, packed his bag and made a mysteriously short call to book his plane. Which sounded as follows when heard from only one side. “Hello… it’s me, Mithra… I’m going to Norway, the usual… tonight.. thanks.”

It was midnight when Mithra arrived in Norway, the taxi took another 30 minutes. Finally, he was standing with a bag over his shoulder looking at the house he was seeing in his dreams every night for almost two weeks, the only house on the long and dark street. His eyes narrowed and his heartbeat raised slightly, the light upstairs was on when it definitely shouldn’t. Mithra stopped by the large and certainly heavy front door, he was about to grab the handle when he suddenly heard the sound.

Next up is Enni so check how she will continue the story, I hope the challenge is not too hard. After Enni it will be Amanda. Leave comments on the stories if you want to join us, I will repost all parts on my blog so it is easy to find them in one place. Also, rules I didn’t mention, it can be short or as long as you like. You can change it in any way you like as long as there is a main character. If you want to kill Mithra you need to create a new main character beforehand.

I have an idea for you all.

I had this idea recently that sounds fun in theory but is likely to fail as not many people read this blog. I was thinking of interacting with other bloggers to create a story together. It would work as a way to get out of your writer’s block, sometimes out of your comfort zone, and an exercise and a challenge in one. In my head, it would ideally work with more than two people.

Let me explain this simple idea. I would come up with a random story with a cliffhanger on my blog, then if you want to participate, you leave a comment that you want to continue it next. If more than one person wants to participate than we have to set the order who is first. Because every story would be left on a cliffhanger, you would have freedom of changing its direction in any way you like. You can twist the story in any way you like as long as some elements stay consistent. When you are done remember to live links to all the parts and another person continues. The challenge in it is to be able to continue someone else story. Every writer would have his own view of the certain world and could change the genre of story in each part.

For example,

We have a certain character walking through an abandoned town at night, at some point he comes to a large and grim-looking house when he hears a woman screaming from within, without hesitation he charges to kick down the door and when it swings open… (my part end and next person picks up and if he likes he can twist it as such) With the force of the kick he tumbled through the doorway, but instead of falling on the hard wooden floor he expected he felt grass underneath him, upon looking around he realised he was in a forest. But he just kicked the door into the house, when he turned around there was whats left of the door and through it, he saw the dark street of the town but here he was among the woods with the sun shining.

Then that person evolves the story to some flexible point that the next author picks up the take us further. Do you get the idea? To simplify and recap you read a story, then pick it up where it left off, choose whether you stick with the theme or completely twist it and then drop it somewhere for the next person to pick up. At the end, we all should have some great story to read with a lot of plot twists.

So if you think that it sounds like something you would like to try then please leave a comment so we can start it. If not then maybe someone will take this idea and use it on a more active blog.

First Contact (2/2?)

I was certain that my previous post was the last, the probability was high since I was writing it awaiting my demise. Something happened, many things happened that I can’t explain, or don’t want to. And for some reason I was left alive, so sitting on the floor in the corner of the room I’m writing it down because no one will believe me, shit even I don’t want to believe it.

Last post was ended by my girlfriend telling someone in the other room that they need more blood and I was sure she will take it from me, especially when right after that she turned to me and stared deeply, her eyes shining for a split second. Being sure it’s my end I pressed ‘Publish’ to share my account of events. Right after that she turned her gaze back to the other room and said “No, not him, not yet.” This sent me into a vertigo as I didn’t know what to think good news was I wont be killed today but then she also said ‘not yet’ so it can happen any time. The strange thing was that she clearly had a conversation she answered to it kept her eyes on it but I didn’t see nor hear anything apart from her monologue.

I was in shock and still am to this moment. The news of the O’hara family spread quickly but there weren’t any more killings locally, thank for that. Then next night was similar to the one of the murder, she left at night, came before morning and collapsed in the bed. As you can guess I rushed downstairs to check for any bad signs to find her clothes stained again. This time there was less blood and nothing on the news the next day, but before I was sure she didn’t kill another person I felt like I was on a hospital IV filled with adrenaline constantly twitching and jumping at every sound.

Naturally my family contacted me soon after the post, they were concerned that something bad is happening that it could be a metaphor for depression. Straight away that showed me they don’t believe the post word for word so I dismissed their concern with just a story to kill the boredom. I had to make sure they don’t come around as I didn’t know what kind of danger they could be in. Than I was contacted by two strangers online, they seemed to understand me a bit more than others. The first person was Sonali motivating me that this can’t end here. The other was a person going by the nickname of IdeaProvoker also telling me not to give up that I should pull through this nightmare and share the story so others might learn about what lurks in the dark. As cliché as it might sound that nickname was spot on as it provoked ideas just like my situation by itself that I have to go to every measure required to survive.

My girlfriend or should I say girl-fiend was leaving the house more frequent during the day also. A thought came through my head ‘if she still comes covered in blood at night but there is nothing on the news maybe it’s animal blood?’. Taking a glance at my 2 dogs curled up beside me sensing something bad in the air I quickly called my parents with a lie that we are going a spontaneous holiday and im leaving the dogs with them for a while. When I came back without them she didn’t even notice which was odd even for her recent behaviour.

And if you wonder why I never went after her in the night even though I planned to I somehow was always asleep during the moment when she left so I had no trail to follow her. And then the nightmares came, well I hope they were nightmares at least. Did you ever have sleep paralysis? a nasty thing to experience. One night I opened my eyes to it feeling something heavy on the bed than on my legs. I managed to look around with my body paralyzed from fear to see a dark figure of a hag crawling on top of me pushing the air out of my lungs. Like previous times I experienced it my attempts to screams were futile but this time it was different my bed was surrounded by more humanoid shaped shadows staring at me studying me. My heart was on the verge of exploding and was almost pushed over the edge by the sight of another figure in the corner of the room, although I could not make out its features I felt its strong presence, it was tall with its head reaching the ceiling looming over the rest of the intruders. I’m guessing I lost consciousness because I awoke with a scream during the day.

The nights would come and so did they and all I could do is watch them and feel their heavy hands on me. That huge shadow was always there in the corner as well, it’s disturbing presence growing stronger. On the third night when it happened I didn’t pass out and after these things examined me the shape in the cornered hissed and snarled in a way that made my blood freeze in place for a moment then the things around my bed looked at it and left the room with this dreadful creature following stomping heavily. When the room was empty I was able to move which would mean I was actually awake all this time.

Next morning I found a dead cat in my living room surrounded by candles ‘what the hell is she doing? rituals? what the fuck is going on?!’ shoving away these thought’s for later I started to clean up the room disposing of the corpse and the rest surrounding it. I was going to clean the blood of the carpet , kneeling down to the stain I noticed something disturbing beside me, an imprint on the carpet. As if some heavy furniture stood there for a long time, unfortunately it wasn’t and imprint of furniture but from what I can best describe as pair of hooves. ‘Did she bring a horse to the house at night?’ I looked around the room and felt chills up my spine because there were only 2 of them. Whatever stood there was heavy and had only 2 hooves. I could be paranoid by that point but I swear at odd occasions I heard horse walking outside the house, other times I heard a stomp downstairs and find a cracked tile on the kitchen floor. It had oddly slow pace for a horse with big gaps between hoof knocking noises, but now I know it’s because it was something with just two horse legs and definitely wasn’t a horse or even an animal.

As for my girlfriend on the occasions she was awake and talking to me she had no recollection of any events and was angry at me for even implying she could have anything to do with all of it when I tried to ask her some questions. Looking for answers online was not much help, half of the accounts of haunting seemed fake or there was so many types I couldn’t pin the right one, hell I didn’t even wanted to believe she could be haunted by something.

Next day happened something that changed me something that I wish never did. It was afternoon I was in my bedroom doing something random to occupy my mind with something peaceful for a moment when I heard a noise downstairs, a rhythmic thumping sound. My body froze in place heart beating faster with every thump, the noise was getting louder realizing it’s coming up the stairs. By now the sound turned into loud pounding and was nearby, and then silence. Not the usual silence it was bit more sinister as if the world was put on mute, no outside sounds no creaking floors I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. A wave of cold came over my body and neck muscles became very tense, feeling the sensation of being pushed I was being forced to turn into the mirror on my right but when I looked into it my heart stopped and dropped.

I couldn’t hear anything because my head was held by something unspeakably revolting looming over me. Tall to the ceiling two large legs of a horse torso was human-like but the stomach entirely ripped out showing the bare spine and few ribs, its hands long ending in twisted twig like finders which were pressing into my temples. The head was surely of an animal but I couldn’t say which one because it was heavily decomposed, the combination of the sight and the foul smell had bile in my throat immediately. It pressed its fingers harder filling my head with piercing pain until it was so unbearable that I fainted. When I regained consciousness the thing was gone but I had this visceral feeling of not being alone. After a moment my eyes caught on focus I screamed in surprise and backed myself up against the wall because I thought someone is beside me, but when I looked there. I rubbed my eyes and the same thing happened I saw something beside me but when I tried to look directly there was nothing. I.. I  can only see them in my peripheral vision, they are all around me, but they don’t look right. Looking at me pointing their twisted and broken hands, grotesque figures all around me but gone when I try to look at them and these agonizing cries as if they were skinned alive, that’s just in my room, in the corner of my eye I see more of them through the window.

I don’t know if they can hurt me or not so far they are just standing there wailing. I moved to the corner with my laptop and headphones so I can’t see or hear them writing this. I don’t know where my girlfriend is, I think I stopped caring about that for the moment, I’m not sure how I am meant to function from now on. On top of that I have a feeling that they will be back at night to study me more and, and that horrible thing with them.

If anyone has ideas how to function, cure or fight it all I am eagerly awaiting your advice, after all I’d like to save my girl from it all. First I have to survive the night.

Can you call yourself a good parent?

This post will be for all the parents and anyone who can solve this mystery with a different solution than murder or psychiatric ward. Everything below is unfortunately real events and facts from our lives.

Let’s start with the basic information, the key focus is on my girlfriend and her family, a family of her of course 2 parents Paulina and a younger brother. At first glance everything seems fine and they will make sure it does just look like it but that’s just a front. By them I mean the parents and son. Paulina lives with me for several years and of course they are not happy with it. There are two main problems with this family, they treat their kids completely opposite no exaggeration and their mother hates me for no reason (yeah love you too mother-in-law). The thing is I can’t understand their actions there is no rational reason for them.

It was like that from a young age. Little brother gets hurt by someone Paulina is to blame for not being there. She needs to work hard for something he can just sit around. One example were their first tattoos. Paulina wanted a tattoo she found, after a lot of asking for it she came to an agreement if she gets good grades at the end of the year she will have it, so she worked real hard to and it payed of, sort of, she wasn’t allowed the one she wanted so she got the next best thing which was a lot smaller tattoo of a cat. Then comes up a little brother who wasn’t supposed to have a tattoo due to age and not doing any work for it but he just says he wants it and guess what he has a huge scorpion on his back.

When I first met them everything was fine their parents were nice to me even though it was fake I didn’t mind. Then I started dating Paulina and things were rolling down the hill and still do. It started with constantly earlier scheduled returns home and other minor things, after a year her mother just like that started hating me and every time she saw me she looked like Trump in Mexico. Her explanation? I have blond hair and she once knew a guy like that and she didn’t like him. Totally understandable right? 😉 There were few more similar reason that weren’t worth my time her main point was that I am not the right partner for her because I was young and she would rather she would find a rich Irish guy or two with a house and a good job so she won’t have to work. Mother of the year advice.

Of course that didn’t stop us like Romeo and Juliet we continued to meet even though she was “forbidden” to see me and anywhere she went she was accused of going to see me for which she was unfairly punished in forms of foul name calling occasional slaps and grounding. Unfortunately we lived on the same street so if I wanted to go anywhere I had to walk past their house and every time I was seen by her mother, Paulina was immediately called home, no mater where she was and still had to take shit from her parents even though there was no intention to meet me.

After harsh another 2 years she finished school and decided she won’t take it anymore and will move out but for the first timer it’s not easy to find a job or a room, so she looked and looked while in the meantime she was on social welfare getting next to nothing but that didn’t stop her parents from deciding that she has to pay rent, bills, and cook for herself if she had anything left. after a while she found a room to rent a and a job, 2 in fact so without hesitation she was gone and free. 2 jobs turned into 3 and I couldn’t allow it. The same week I finished school I moved in with her got a job to help her out and my family supported us too but not hers. Back to unfair treatment, her brother finished school and he didn’t have to pay anything at all and still doesn’t. I’m not talking bad about him, he just exploits the situation of course he helps them out sometimes but the point is none of the rules Paulina had to obey were placed on him and if that’s not enough he just had to ask for things to get them.

I have not seen her parents for years about 6, her mother avoids me like im some incarnation of Satan or carrier of Ebola. For years I drove Paulina 100km one way so she could see her family after they moved out but I wasn’t allowed into the house so had to go straight back. They never visited us at least when I was home. This year we were forced to move out so we decided on their home town with hope things will improve with time but now that hope is almost gone. We live here 5 months and they haven’t moved their lazy asses to an estate beside them to visit for a coffee or see just how are we doing while my own parents drive 100km almost every second week to see us. I guess I should make it clear that I don’t see them, Paulina visits them almost every week but always comes back a lot sadder as they stopped treating her as a daughter but more just like a guest paying more attention to everyone else but her and yet they call her daughter. Put actions behind the words you use.

Another example of their treatment? Paulina’s brother found a girl recently. Treating her like a real daughter should be support their relationship and allowed to move in with them they help her to find a job by sending offers while Paulina is always looked down upon for not being any different and constantly complained about even when she does exact same things that her brother or his girl do. They don’t even call her to find out how is she doing. Paulina call them only (I saw the call registers over years) and they complain that she never contacts them while it’s them that don’t put in any fucking effort.

I post it reluctantly with fear that after they see this it will blow into a bigger shit than it is. Then again deep inside I hope they will read it and finally get some fucking sense in their heads and understand that they are the sole cause of their daughters countless tears and sleepless nights over the years all the days she was sad not wanting to live anymore driving her to depression, that they will understand that they are destroying this wonderful girl like cancer from the inside. And I hope they will feel shame for years to come and most of all I want them to know that I look past their way of treating me, and that KARMA exists and she will fucking coming and I hope that then you will cry every night like she does.

 

And you? Can you call yourself a good parent? If you are anything like the ones above be sure your kids will never forget.

The Blood Princess 

This is a short story produced fully by my girlfriend Paulina P.  I wanted to state clearly it is her work, she did it for an assignment from school so it is not plagiarism from her side I just post it here with her permission. Notes to consider, it was written in one night and she doesn’t normally write. If anyone has an opinion leave it in the comments and I’m sure she will appreciate it also it will make more sense if you watched “Preacher” and “Originals” tv series.

 

     Sitting on a large bed in their magnificent penthouse which looks over the entire city of Rome Alexandra focused her gaze on Isaac’s blue, almost angel like eyes deep in thought. She was going over the recent events that brought them here thinking she is lucky to have him and forced herself to think that all the fighting and running together with the tragedies is over, that she is at the happy end now about to start a new life. Not knowing that the past will haunt her forever whether it’s in her dreams or another assassin from the organisation she ran from.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you are in the first place, why all the secrets?” asked Isaac.

“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out on your own, I was certain angels have more insight into humans. I didn’t tell you because the first time I saw you I think I fell in love, laugh if you want but I knew I wanted to know you and I did not want our races to be an obstacle. Maybe you would just rather I jumped at your throat” explained Alexandra.

“I did not figure you out because I lost my powers when I fell, I never knew that descent to earth without authorization ends so bad, In the fall my wings burned I lost some of my powers and I am stuck in this body. If that’s not enough I was trained all my life to kill your kind.”

“Oh what a mess we got ourselves into, an angel chased by heaven for running away meets a vampire princess who also ran away, stereotypically they should kill each other on sight but they fall in love and are haunted down because every single thing about them is wrong, what a cliché.” sighed Alexandra.

“Yeah tell me about it, how about we watch some romance movie so we find the ending to our story” laughed Isaac.

“No, we will do what we were born for, we will kill everyone until all this nonsense stops.” hissed Alexandra in a blood chilling voice “Unless it’s a Quentin Tarantino movie” she grinned. “Isaac, I am tired of running, it needs to end soon one way or another.” 

“What do you intend to do my lady?” asked Isaac with a lot of curiosity “I don’t know yet, we will think of something in the morning” she lied knowing full well what she will do starting tomorrow.

In the morning Alexandra got up together with the rising sun, after all vampires didn’t need sleep and she did it sometimes to try feel normal, also in contradiction to common belief vampires did not burn in the sun although young vampires were significantly weakened by it. Using the fact that Isaac is asleep she went to the bathroom to make a phone call to a number named Cassidy and after a bit of waiting she got an answer with a man saying hello in a raspy voice.

“Cassidy, it’s Alexandra I have few question I hoped you could help me with” she said.

“Alex! you crazy devil, what do I owe the pleasure to hear from you?” replied Cassidy in now a lot more cheerful voice and strong Irish accent.

“Like I said, I hoped for your help. Are you still friend with those two angels and that Jesse preacher fella?” asked Alexandra.

“Oh you know me, I am everybody’s best friend whether they like it or not.”

“That’s good news, so angels, most of the are quickly reborn when killed and from what I know you guys experimented a bit with that. Do you know maybe how many sleeping pill can I give to an angel without killing him?” asked nervously Alexandra.

“Lucky for you I’m with them. Fiore grab the sleeping pills from the bathroom and eat them all, I need to know how much kills an angel.” she heard Cassidy talk to someone else in the room. Then she heard the unknown voice reply to Cassidy saying “anything over 25 pills will kill him, I sometimes do it to DeBlanc when I want some time alone.”

“Did you get that love? 25 but personally I recommend cutting off all the limbs and stitching up the mouth, works like a charm can’t hurt you and can’t die and resurrect.” offered Cassidy.

“I can’t, I love him I just need him to stay safe and not interrupt my plan for few days.”

“Oh snap, you and an angel? didn’t see that coming. Wait, than it must be you everyone is hunting for sacrilege, sounds like a lot of trouble. What do you plan to do?” said Cassidy.

“To cut off the head of a snake, I will kill everyone who tries to stop me from being with him, every angel and even my family if I must.” explained Alexandra in emotionless voice while counting the pills.

“As ambitious and skilled you are, you will never kill all the angels it’s like whack-a-mole with them. Because of our friendship I will let you in on a secret, Jesse turned put to be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He poses a power from heaven, obviously he shouldn’t so everyone is trying to desperately return. Anyway he has power to compel anyone into anything like we can do with humans, yet for him there are no limits. He can compel any living creature and it’s literal and instant and that includes angels. What I’m trying to say I will ask him to make all the angels forget about you and your feathery friend” tried to explain Cassidy.

“Sounds ridiculous but I trust you, that would save a lot of blood shed and my perfect nails” grinned Alexandra. She ended the call and proceeded to the kitchen to make breakfast for her future husband, and in case Cassidy was wrong she threw 20 sleeping pills into the breakfast smoothie.

Alexandra was more than surprised to find out that the Irish vampire and the American preacher pull through with their offer and it must have worked because Isaac fell unconscious in the middle of the day and woke up not knowing his name or his tasks from heaven. Yet it was not over yet and she knew it, of course the lack of attacks from the feathery side was good news, there was still the matter of her family and her mother who would rather lose a child instead of breaking the tradition. And that’s what happened earlier than she thought as Alexandra was never truly loved by her mother and it drove them apart for years.

Despite the fact Alexandra mostly hated her mother for opposing everything she does especially Isaac she made a decision that will haunt her dreams forever. Knowing well that the stubborn mother will never give up disrupting their life and sending her minions to try to eliminate Issac she knew she has to die. The problem was she was that nobody can approach the vampire royalty just like that so Alexandra knew that the fatal blow has to be from her hand as nobody questions family meetings especially if they are royal and nobody is above them in hierarchy.

The next day Isaac was still asleep as if in a medically induced coma. Alexandra decided to make a quick trip to Sicily where her mother resided in a mansion looking over Mount Etna which also happened to be Alexandra’s place of birth at the very top of the volcano few hundred years ago. Upon her arrival numerous servants and security detail members bowed their heads when she passed by in respect. Nobody even dared to suspect a princess of malicious intent. After a bit of wandering in the mansion she found her mother in the dining room drinking blood from a martini glass.

“Well, well I’m surprised to see you here. Where is that feathery rat of yours?” asked her mother.

“He is not here, after he figured out I’m a vampire he went berserk trying to kill me so I defended myself. It’s a shame he had to die, I really started to get fillings for him. But did you know that angel blood gives an amazing feeling, I’ve never felt so good.” she lied partially.

“It is quiet exquisite and rare, I haven’t drank angel blood in years. Anyway now that this ridiculous situation is over I hope we can return to normal.” the mother wondered while sipping her red martini.

“Yes mother, I am sorry for everything, you were right that this relationship could never be, and for that I brought you some of his blood as an apology.” confirmed Alexandra while pulling out a crystal flask with red liquid.

“Oh my…” she gasped after smelling the scent, she quickly turned the flack and her eyes widened with joy.

Alexandra stepped closer to her and said “After all my sins and wrong doings I wanted for you to be happy in your last moment of life”.

Before her mother could react Alexandra slid out two daggers from her leather jacket sleeves. She took a rough swing with her right hand to the side cracking a rib upon the entry and puncturing the lung while the left hand plunged the dagger straight into the heart. The room was filled with an agonizing scream, Alexandra pulled her mother close so she can whisper last words into her ear. “I hope you feel like I did all this time. By the way the that dagger in your heart is partially made of the white oak, This time you will die so say hi to dad in hell.”

Now days Alexandra and Isaac are learning to live a normal life, like the rest of the planet and it is easy for Isaac as he knows nothing of what happened since the time he was drugged by Alexandra. Unfortunately for Alexandra it was not easy to be normal as every time she closed her eyes she saw the face of her mother with tears in her eyes, and every time she was alone she could swear she can hear screams of pain that came from her mother in her last moments. It is a secret that she will take to grave.

Written by Paulina.

Would you read it?

It is something I wanted to try and would appreciate any possible feedback. If you came across an extract from a book like this would you be interested in reading it further? All comments are welcome.

“Shall I bring another beer sir?” asked the waiter upon approaching a table of three.

“Yes please and keep them coming, it looks like this conversation will take a while.” replied Magni with a hint of excitement.

“Are you really trying to tell me you are more than 2000 years old? and your friend here is similar age?” said Farah

“Well 2438 to be exact since you are asking and my friend is a lot younger than me yet still very old a mere millennium behind his belt. Plus you know magic exist but you don’t believe we can live so long?”

“Oy! you don’t have to talk as if I’m not here” said Mithra after downing a whole beer. “Ahh, thirsty I was indeed”

“Magic was a lot for me to take, but all this now complicates everything even more. Did you really spot me in that crowd yesterday? was it that obvious?” Asked Farah

“He actually didn’t, it was my keen eye” said Mithra with a grin “You were quiet subtle but I also noticed that injured bird on the side of the road yet I also noticed a small movement of your wrist and then it flew away. To be honest I wasn’t sure if I maybe just imagined it so I followed you for a while and you did it again that’s when I was sure and told Magni about you then he tracked you down and you know the rest.” explained Mithra

“Keen eye indeed, I realised I was able to heal others about 2 years ago but never told anyone since I was scare I will be taken for some witch or a freak so I walk around town and in front of hospitals or vet clinics and help others from a safe distance so nobody will realise what happened. I never knew who to turn to and that there are others like me.”

“You were right to keep it a secret, every doctor in the world would hate you for stealing their jobs” joked Magni. “Yes there are others like you but not many left today and not literally the same, I possess a wide range of skills and knowledge due to my age but for example I can’t heal anyone I can apply a plaster at best. I am more likely to cause the wounds than take care of them.” said Magni

“Pardon for asking in such a crude way, but what are you? a mage, god or something else?” asked Farah. At this point a lot of surrounding people looked at them with interest waiting for the answer with anticipation.

“I was called many things over the time, I might tell you one day.” said Magni increasing in tone “But lets not ruin a secret” remarked now loudly giving everyone around a harsh look and instantly everyone returned to their business.

“Do they.. do they fear you? they know about you?” asked Farah not hiding her great curiosity and excitement.

“Yes and they should. Oh I didn’t tell you, this bar is mostly for more.. gifted people and I happen to be a proud owner of it.” exclaimed Magni “You see that number over the front door? can you guess what it means?”

“Is it a number of free seats?” asked Farah, but that can’t be right, it says 6 but the place is mostly empty and there a lots of free tables.

“That is a number of ordinary humans in the bar” explained Magni

“That is rude” snapped Farah

“It is but it helps others to stay in line and not expose themselves, you should see this place when the counter hits zero.” joined in Mithr.