Night

He asked of the night, what is it that you see – it replied with silence and not a whisper more. In the dying hours of its solitude the mist gripped it and made all blind apart from those who dared stick their head out of it. He asked the night again, what is it…

Searching for a broken heart

In the long hours of the night, he sat in a corner looking at the mirror. Wondering and searching. Whoever looked upon him did not know, and could not understand the mystery behind it – but it seldom happened that anyone chanced upon him for he had chosen his own solitary company and for good…

Something in the nothingness

Once I looked deep into his eyes. Blood shot, from days of pondering over nothing, till nothingness grew into something. Something that soon turned out to be nothing. I looked deep into those voids of despair and I found something, even though there was the assumption of nothingness behind them. He cried for help to…

The silent betrayal

The flirtation of my mind with thoughts of darker shades is a constant curse that I have been living with all my life. I do not blame my mind for taking that route when it pleases to do so, but I do blame my will for not retracting it back to the place it belongs….

Hate me not

It was a long way to the top, but I had to get it over with. Elevators were out of order that day and I had to take the dreaded stairs. I could have come back the next day but then it would have been too late. As far as I know myself it is…

A duck and a thud

  “Have you done the job?” The voice came from the head of the table, where was seated a colossus of a man, huge enough to gulp three men with ease. Greasy hair pulled all the way back, no neck visible, four platinum rings two on each hand which made it obvious that he wasn’t…

Philosophers in a Pub

“We are running late already, where is he?” Aristotle turns his head towards the highly agitated Plato, puts a hand around his back and says, “Anybody can become angry, that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose,…

The Quest of the Toaster

It was a bright sunny day, unlike any other that Radcliff had ever witnessed. He was glad about it, for too long he had stayed indoors warming toasts for the whole family. It was time for him to aid the cause of his kind and embark on the quest, freedom must be delivered. He was…

Mein Kempf: The Last Chapter (More Silly than my Moustache)

I thought I knew what this world was about, I thought I had it all figured out but I couldn’t have been more far from the truth as I found myself to be that day. It is such a crippling feeling to have your perceptions shatter right in front of you, crumble to a dust…

Art is lost

He is standing in the middle of the street, just standing and staring at the hollow space expecting it to be filled by the piercing headlights of the night bus. He has had enough; he doesn’t want to deal with it anymore. “Oh enchanted night of the glorious lost, come take me away. I wish…

Hate me not !

It was a long way to the top, but I had to get it over with. Elevators were out of order that day and I had to take the dreaded stairs. I could have come back the next day but then it would have been too late. As far as I know myself it is…

Old Man’s Note

The wind is blowing furiously tonight, shaking every inch of the forest, knocking my little home with the will to break it; it usually does this time of the year. When I was young my mother used to tell me that angels come to sleep in this part of the world and their snoring causes…