Perspective

I sometimes look at my creation

And what I see is not perfection.

I know that I have been through much.

I won't let this my soul to touch.

I can't get thoughts out of my mind,

But this doesn't make me less kind.

My feelings blinded me for long,

But I'm still here. And I am strong.

Whatever happened in your past

Doesn't define who you will be.

Whatever you feel - might not last.

You choose what things you want to see.

#2 Short Story - The Mystery On Irondale Street

The Mystery on Irondale Street

     "Sorry, he's not here right now", she says, standing by the door, in front of me.

     "But where is he then?" I ask.

     "Come with me and I'll show you", she adds.

     "Don't go with her", I tell myself, as my rational part would say. But I wasn't feeling too rational. So this is how I ended up on Irondale Street.

                              -11:17 p.m. -

     It was obvious that she hid the evidence.

     "Where are you from?" I ask, trying to discover more about the girl I was spending probably my last night with.

     She lights up a cigarette, but after a few minutes she throws it away without answering.

     "Soo... where is he? Stop trying to avoid my questions!" I tell her, now angry because of the way she acts.

     "Look, kiddo. If you want to find out anything about that coworker you have from the police, you'd better be nice to me" she says, with an evil smile on her face, in the dark.

     I didn't realise when midnight arrived and how beautiful he Moon was. Full. But a storm was coming. And I started to have a bad feeling. My body was shaking. I felt a bad smell. I almost fell. Then, I saw it. In flesh and bones. The corpse of Robert Fallen, my coworker for 15 years. 

     I look around me. It was breathtaking.

     She was gone.

                               - The End -

#1 Short Story - The story of Thomas Emerson

The Story of Thomas Emerson

                             

     I was covered in light. Was it Hollywood, full of cameras? No. Not this time. It was a hospital. I was in a surgery room. I bet you expected that. But let me tell you what happened...

     It was Tuesday. I was standing in line, waiting to get my drink at the new pub in town.

     "What the hell are you wearing?!" I heard behind me. A sharp voice that seemed way too familiar for that many strangers.

     "What are you doing here?" I ask Helen, as I turn around.

     "I brought the videotape you asked for", she answered. "He knew he was about to die."

     "What are you talking about? Did he say that?" I continue to ask. "And how did you find me?" I keep saying. 

     "We don't have time for that. The funeral starts soon. I don't want to see you drunk or wearing that", she says.

     "Fine. But I first have to see it", I add.

     I start watching the videotape and I see... her. Standing right there, threatening the life of Thomas if he wasn't about to leave the love of his life, Amanda. She was crazy. Lilith was crazy.

                          

                         - 24 hours ago -

     I was covered in light. Was it Hollywood, full of cameras? No. Not this time. I am Amelie. A journalist. But now, I'm in a hospital. During a surgery. The whole room is enlightened, but focusing on one person. Thomas Emerson. I bet you expected me to be here, in a surgery. But it's not mine. Let me tell you what happened in just a few words.

     We couldn't save him.

                                 ~The End~

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