I feel the bruises on my hands, on my legs, on my entire body. Every morning that I wake up, every morning that I read the news. I read about ignorance and fear that become hate, vanity and indifference that become power, selfishness and lack of education that become heartlessness. Read more
The man leaned forward and looked at the wall carefully. He put his hand on the fresh paint and waited for a while. Nothing. He then came closer and put his ear on it. Again nothing. But still. He was sure he had seen something moving in there. Read more
The girl pushed the door carefully until it opened slowly along with a creepy creak. There was a smell of mold and old wood in the air. The furniture were still there, full of spiders and dust, forgotten. She wanted to explore the abandoned house in her neighborhood since she was a child. She had heard many scary stories about it and she was always afraid to do so. But today she made the decision, jumped over the high fence when it started getting darker and now she was standing already inside the big living room of the old mansion. She moved towards the big sofa that was in front of the imposing library. She pulled the sheet which it was covered with and a cloud of dust was lifted in the air. The furniture was still impressive. She run her hand through the deep red velvet fabric, the carved gilt wood armchair and then she sat on it.
–So long you were hidden under this sheet, yet you remain so beautiful, she said with melancholy.
My Wonderland 