Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
The twilight was once again starting to light up the sky. He had been waiting all night.
“Please? he said once again, pleading begging. “Please open?”
No answer.
He couldn’t understand. The disappointment tore his soul, broke his heart. His smile was still pasted to his face, hoping till the very end. Inside he was crying.
He’d seen her in the forest, seen her walking between the trees. Her beauty made his heart beat faster, his hands shake. He wanted her, He needed her…
He looked down on his reflection. He saw his own face, dry and worn, nothing but a shadow of who he used to be. The forest was dying around him.
There were no birds anymore. No animals, just a fly every once in a while. He had learned how to catch them, but they weren’t much food.
Down by the lake he could see the old pram lying by the shore, sunken into the water. There were no more fish, no more nothing. Poison. It was where it had started, so silently.
He followed the water upstream…
He could feel the horrors in the corners, the evil of the shadows. He could feel the monster lurk, creatures run in fear.
He wanted to leave, wanted to run. He was still there.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to fight. He stayed still.
Paralysed by darkness, nowhere to flee….
-What is that? I’ve never seen anything so… So beautiful!
-Our people have been inflating these bubble-things since the beginning of time, for longer than our collective memory can take us back.
-What are they for?
-I don’t know, the old man said. They stood in silence for a while…
-We’re taking in water!
-All men to the pumps! Captain Jack held on the the fence, the strong wind almost throwing him over board.
-There is a light in a distance, captain!
-It might be a boat, or land even! We need to reach them, whoever they are. Starboard, full speed!
She was the air and the sea, the wind and the waves…
You summoned us, the largest head said.
“I did.”
We are in debt. Your desire is our command.
“I need someone to die.”
Do you have what’s needed?
He held his hand out, revealed a hairbrush. It burst into fire.
It’s done.
He walked up the stairs to his house…
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