Stories – Game And Story

Solna

The restaurant was filled with laughter. The kind that tumbles forth from souls that are content and minds that are happy. It’s a beguiling thing to experience up close – there is a heft to each rushed breath. An inertia to every exhaled outburst. A dreamlike fuzziness to the gasps of delight. I was not…

Gold Dust

Day 1 It’s often a cliché to suggest that you find what you need at the most unexpected of times. The story of us, of me and you, is a story of happenstance – of randomness and chance, of surprises and gleefully cheerful quantum mechanisms playing their little games with the cosmos. There you were,…

Whirlwind

Inspired by J, and Loch Lomond, Scotland. Required listening before reading : Whirlwind, by JMK. No, seriously, go listen to it first. Tangled webs of maybes. I brushed wisps of hair out of my eyes. The air dived and soared, tears from the sky dancing lightly upon its every crest and dip. We were on…

Dreams

I would never have thought that finding such a connection would ever have been possible. Especially when it was in a dream. To someone I’d never ever met in person. What a spectacularly wondrous dream it was, too. Yet even the happiest of dreams can lead to very dark places. Because all dreams start with…

The Last Hour.

Found in a diary, in an abandoned tower. If you are reading this, then you must know that we have decided to leave this place. It wasn’t like we asked for this. No one asks to be chased out of their own home. Before history and time ravage what little is left, allow me to…

Trust

She wiped a tear from her cheek, trying to choke back another sniffle. They never show this bit in the movies, she thought sarcastically to herself. Because no one looks sexy with a blocked nose. Her brunette hair was all over the place, a legacy of too much time spent awake with not enough of…

The Girl At The Diner

She was a study in restrained elegance. Hers was an uneasy smile, the kind that surfaces only when it has to. A twitch of indiscernible tumult betrayed the placid calm of her demeanour. She was, for lack of a better phrase, quietly stunning. Black, wavy hair, ruffled only slightly by the gusts of activity and…

A Walk To The Shops

I stepped out of the front door, bracing myself against the chilly invasion of early winter winds. It was still bright outside, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Jamming my gloved hands into my sweater’s pockets, I set off for the corner shop for my daily dose of coffee and madness. The street was wonderfully…

Finite

She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me. Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there.…

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