The Room With The Clock

Art by Jun Kumaori

Tick tack.

The clock on the wall is ticking and questions increase with every beat.

How could you be so naïve? Why you didn’t think before you feel and why you didn’t feel before you think?

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Give Me Shape

Unknown artist

– Aren’t you tired shifting shapes every now and then? the tiny robin asked the wolf.

The wolf, that was not a real wolf but a shapeshifter in the shape of a wolf, kept staring skeptically at the surface of the still lake, as if he hadn’t heard the question. After a while, he replied:

– I have no option. This is who I am. I am tired, yes. Countless times I have wished to stay a wolf, a fox, a deer, even an ant, anything, as long as I don’t have to shift so unexpectedly and painfully. To just know who I am and where I belong to. But… it is not possible. And I have to finally learn to live with that. Read more

Birthday Present

Hands of the Puppeteer, by Sara Riches

It was an awfully hot day. The young girl sat on the bench across the central slide of the playground and left the large bag next to her feet. Her black dog jumped on the bench and put his head on her lap. An old lady passed by, staring at the dog with repulsion.

– Benches are for humans, she muttered looking at the girl, not for dogs.

– Life is for the young, not for wrinkled old women, was the bitter response of the girl.

The old woman’s mouth hung open in surprise. Read more


Why does my heart feel so sad?

Art by ohgigue

(Why) this beautiful city is so ugly, dull, repetitive (?)

(Why) that mad city is now magnificent, special, almost unique (?)

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Forget It All

Color Illustrations Project by Zkhar Krylov

Do you remember the days when your breath was short,

yet your tears were plenty?

Do you remember the mornings when the faces around you were melting?

Do you remember the evenings when the colors of the paintings were fading? Read more


The Princess With The Sad Eyes

Unknown artist

The prince with the blonde hair and the blue eyes threw for one more time the rope into the window of the high tower. The hook, that was tied in the end of the rope, got finally stuck on the inside part of the stone wall. He pulled the rope to make sure it was safe and then started climbing up the wall so skillfully and fast that even a cat would envy him. When he reached the top, he jumped quietly inside. The room, like the rest of the castle, was completely dark so he could only distinguish few things under the light of the full moon. Read more


Scattered Thoughts 2 – Soulmates

Heartbeat by  Alen Kopera 

There are words that can stand alone. Words that draw all the power of speech. They don’t need to be in sentences, paragraphs or whole stories, in order for you to feel them or understand them. These are the words that flood you with emotions. Steven King once said that “alone” is the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym. I am thinking that the most scary thing about the word “alone” is that it was made to describe something that truly exists.

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One Last Play

   Legolas and Gimli Depart by Turner Mohan.              “We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glòin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it. But it is said that Gimli went also out of desire to see again the beauty of Galadriel; and it may be that she, being mighty among the Eldar, obtained this grace for him. More cannot be said of this matter” – The Return of the King, Appendix A, J.R.R. Tolkien

The sun was slowly sinking into the sea, painting the waves orange while the bench at the edge of the cliff was patiently waiting for the arrival of its usual visitors. It was a hot day and a light wind was gently disturbing the leaves of the trees in the forest. It was yet another quite autumn evening, there, between the two kingdoms, far away from the confusion of people and their everyday life, right in the stillness and peacefulness of nature. Read more


Scattered Thoughts 1

Perfect Blue (1997)

I read somewhere that people are not mean, neither fool. They just don’t care.

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The Music And The Mermaid (part B)

Unknown artist

– Where did you find the Music?

– Music is everywhere. I am sure you also have your own kind of music in the bottom of the sea. I found this particular one, along with the gramophone, on Earth.

– There it goes, that Earth again. There are many pretty things on this planet, right?

– Yes, there are many pretty things. And many beautiful people. But there are many ugly things too.

– What do you mean? Read more