Chapter 6 Any moment now. His hand’s gone numb. He can barely feel the blood either. He wonders briefly if this is what mother felt like. Lights. In the sky. So loud. Bright. But he can’t hear. Can barely even see. The glow hurts him. When sleep comes, he’s not ready for it. Belatedly, he … Continue reading Fireworks
Chapter 5 He didn't see Misha for a week after. At least he tried. He really tried. But Misha is a lot like the weather. Like rain on a summer evening when you’ve left your umbrella, sitting cozily in its rack, at home. Perhaps the sultry heat that works its way under the flimsy cotton … Continue reading Fireworks
Chapter 4 “Vanya…” He’s drunk. Its 2 am here, cold and twinkling and bleak, and he’s drunk himself silly. And awake. He’s so drunk he can’t sleep. Isn’t that funny? He giggles to himself a little. His mask hasn’t slipped an inch. Its still as perfectly in place as it always is. A perfect fit. … Continue reading Fireworks
Chapter 3 “There’s a new noodle place round the corner. Do you want to grab lunch?” “I’ve got a late shift…” “I’ll wait for you.” “I…” “Cool. See you later, Vanya.” Misha's gone like he was never there. Leaving him standing there, befuddled. Befuddled, but not unhappy. He’s very swift that way, Misha. Talks like … Continue reading Fireworks
Chapter 2 Before this. He loved sleeping. Waking up or staying up was a nightmare. And being a heavy sleeper, he had no time for nightmares or their more pleasant counterparts. He was in bed the moment he got home. Food was a luxury he didn’t care much about. He never starved himself. And if … Continue reading Fireworks
CHAPTER 1 - Disclaimer: This scene has a suicide depicted in it. It is neither gory nor very visual but the theme has been dealt with. Please read at your own discretion. Looking back, it had taken less than five seconds. His hands didn’t shake at all. Five seconds were all it took to make … Continue reading Fireworks…
My dear blogging friend Dear Kitty. Some blog of the Dear Kitty. Some blog blog has been so generous to nominate From Baroque to Brioche for the Awesome Blogger Award. Thank you so much for this kind gesture! Rules: 1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link to that blog.2. Answer the questions you were … Continue reading Awesome Blogger Award, thank you, dear kitty, some blog!
It's raining hard black and blue. Thousands of whips on my back. Can you hear the sound? Swish and slash. Deafening in the silence. As I keep my mouth shut. Hot tears roll down my cheeks. But not a scream to be heard. - Lilith
I am steady. Burdened by vast waves, that are slow to kiss at the sandbanks- Salt flowing through my blue-green veins Crowning their crests with foamy clouds. You are relentless. Running with the viridescent sprites, Your gentle laughter in the heart of the woodland is a trickle that becomes the Roar of the surf, reaching … Continue reading Of The Sea and One Freshwater River
Dancing on carnage. Flames rise, smoke and charcoal. Laughing loud. Twirling around on corpses. The castle crumbled around me. Just me and my violin. Drowning in my sins. As the sky falls apart. Carcassed filled battlefield. Rats all around. As I killed 30 men with my own hand. Until one hit me and all was … Continue reading Carnage.