I believe it was January I think a Saturday, the cold was sharp and the wind was harder then I had ever felt it before.
I was in bed, trying to sleep but my mind couldn't seem to settle.
The only thing I had heard from the voices in months were these words, and allways the same "The revered" I still had no idea what it meant. The words were allways the same, until the night before, "Be aware, be afraid, be awake, be careful, watch over them, you are the only one that can help them now. But know this, if they catch you, if they know who you are, none of you will survive."
I had never been so terrified as when I woke up after those words. And all I knew was that I needed to be with Sol'. That Saturday I looked for her, I searched all our favourite places, even other places that we were on just occasionally, but I couldn't find her anywhere, I felt like the worlds most awful friend, because I didn't even know were she lived. I couldn't find her. That is why I lay awake at home alone this Saturday night, my parents were away for the weekend and I was terrified that I would never see my belle again.
Suddenly I sat up straight in my bed I thought I had heard something... There it was again. Someone banging on the door. I was frozen, terrified, who could it be at this time a night in this weather?
A shout right outside my window, a well known voice, Soledad!
måndag 31 oktober 2011
Part 3
When I approached her, I was very careful, I was still a bit worried I would frighten her and that was the last thing I wanted to do. Because even though the voices hadn't said anything I knew that she could be the first real friend I would ever have, if I didn't frighten her.
Her name was Soledad, she was a beauty, and the sweetest girl I had ever encountered.
We spent every moment we could together. Talking, laughing, being. After a while I even told her about the voices and she didn't start pulling away, she was amazing.
But she had a secret a secret that I didn't know about for a very long time.
A few months had passed and even though Soledad had met my family I had never met hers, I didn't really think about it because we felt it more natural being out in the park or at the playground or in the forrests. The few times she had met my family was when I had to run home before we could do something else becaus I knew my parents would go out in the evening and I needed the keys to get in to the house. I'm quite a destracted girl and my head isn't skrewed on tight enough so I forget thing easily and the keys are never where I need them to be.
As I said we were never in any of our houses, we spent our time in other places. She loved speed and "danger" climbing trees, hanging upside down, spinning round and round, test her balance at the edge of a cliff. Oh the many times I was afraid she would fall if I just breathed, that I didn't die or at least faint do to lack of air!
But what both of us loved the most was lie close to eachother in the grass under under the trees watching and feeling the sun shine through the grass, I will allways remember how relaxed she looked. And I will allways remember her laugh when I pushed her on the swings.
Her name was Soledad, she was a beauty, and the sweetest girl I had ever encountered.
We spent every moment we could together. Talking, laughing, being. After a while I even told her about the voices and she didn't start pulling away, she was amazing.
But she had a secret a secret that I didn't know about for a very long time.
A few months had passed and even though Soledad had met my family I had never met hers, I didn't really think about it because we felt it more natural being out in the park or at the playground or in the forrests. The few times she had met my family was when I had to run home before we could do something else becaus I knew my parents would go out in the evening and I needed the keys to get in to the house. I'm quite a destracted girl and my head isn't skrewed on tight enough so I forget thing easily and the keys are never where I need them to be.
As I said we were never in any of our houses, we spent our time in other places. She loved speed and "danger" climbing trees, hanging upside down, spinning round and round, test her balance at the edge of a cliff. Oh the many times I was afraid she would fall if I just breathed, that I didn't die or at least faint do to lack of air!
But what both of us loved the most was lie close to eachother in the grass under under the trees watching and feeling the sun shine through the grass, I will allways remember how relaxed she looked. And I will allways remember her laugh when I pushed her on the swings.
måndag 24 oktober 2011
Part 2
My father telling me we had to move was the worst thing my head had heard in it's entire life.
But my in my heart it felt like it was something that had to be done for my life to be completed.
It all happened very quickly, in less than two weeks we were on our way.
Sad to leave my friends, the few I had, but somehow everything felt right. And the voices had been wispering every night, allways the same thing, "the revered, the revered, the revered." it was allmost like chanting, it was strange, it was something I had never known the voices to do before. Still it did not frighten me, the words just seemed to sooth me somehow, like they were calling for a friend I had not seen in a long time, that I was about to meet again. But how could that be, it was words.. not a name.
But I didn't think much about it, I figured it would all be alright in the end anyways.
My first day at school was very interesting or it might be interesting is not the right word.
I am used to people staring at me wispering behind my back and thinking I am odd, but it usually starts when they know me, or at least know about me and the fact that I sometimes knows what is coming.
The place we moved to was just a small village everyone knows everyone and anyone new is an outsider, if I can call it that.
Everyone spent the whole day staring at me and even though I said "Hi" and tryed to start a conversation I didn't even get as much as a sound back, just silent looks.
It was like that the first two weeks but I didn't give up.
It was a friday afternoon my second week there when I noticed a girl I had never seen before and no wonder why, she was hidden between a locker and a wall, for some reason the lockers don't seem to be put all the way to the wall and I always wonder why. But that is not what I was telling you about.
I walked towards her, she looked so fragile and when she saw me her eyes opened up wide in fright, she looked as she thought I would hurt her, but she was so beautiful.
My heart wouldn't let me do what my head told me to.
My head said go speak to her my heart had me just standing there watching her.
It acctually took me a few days to approach her and every night between the two days the voices told me "Let her calm down, let her get used to the thought, just a few more days, just one more day"
and suddenly one morning just before I woke up the voices said "Today is the day"
But my in my heart it felt like it was something that had to be done for my life to be completed.
It all happened very quickly, in less than two weeks we were on our way.
Sad to leave my friends, the few I had, but somehow everything felt right. And the voices had been wispering every night, allways the same thing, "the revered, the revered, the revered." it was allmost like chanting, it was strange, it was something I had never known the voices to do before. Still it did not frighten me, the words just seemed to sooth me somehow, like they were calling for a friend I had not seen in a long time, that I was about to meet again. But how could that be, it was words.. not a name.
But I didn't think much about it, I figured it would all be alright in the end anyways.
My first day at school was very interesting or it might be interesting is not the right word.
I am used to people staring at me wispering behind my back and thinking I am odd, but it usually starts when they know me, or at least know about me and the fact that I sometimes knows what is coming.
The place we moved to was just a small village everyone knows everyone and anyone new is an outsider, if I can call it that.
Everyone spent the whole day staring at me and even though I said "Hi" and tryed to start a conversation I didn't even get as much as a sound back, just silent looks.
It was like that the first two weeks but I didn't give up.
It was a friday afternoon my second week there when I noticed a girl I had never seen before and no wonder why, she was hidden between a locker and a wall, for some reason the lockers don't seem to be put all the way to the wall and I always wonder why. But that is not what I was telling you about.
I walked towards her, she looked so fragile and when she saw me her eyes opened up wide in fright, she looked as she thought I would hurt her, but she was so beautiful.
My heart wouldn't let me do what my head told me to.
My head said go speak to her my heart had me just standing there watching her.
It acctually took me a few days to approach her and every night between the two days the voices told me "Let her calm down, let her get used to the thought, just a few more days, just one more day"
and suddenly one morning just before I woke up the voices said "Today is the day"
lördag 22 oktober 2011
One single look part 1
I was standing in the mall watching everyone rush by, my eyes searching.
They had told me that he would be here, that you would be here.
Well before I start confusing everyone I should tell you who I am and possibly start from the beginning.
My name is Rara Avis, I know, strange huh? It is latin for "a rare bird". My parents didn't think they could have children that is what the doctors told them. But one stormy morning in February, the twentynineth to be exact, my mother felt awful pains in her stomach, it was like nothing she had felt before and it wouldn't stop!
So my father apparently drove like mad in the car to get her to the hospital.
And I was born that same day!
Ever since I can remeber I have had some sort of dream, or well not dream exactly, just voices, voices in the dark telling me things.
I do know that it sounds peculiar but I don't know how else to describe it, well there is no other way becaus that is exactly what it is, voices in the dark when I'm asleep or completely relaxed.
The story I wanted to tell you starts just a few months ago.
I hade dozed off while looking at my boring history homework, history isn't really my cup off tea, the future is more of my things.
That is when the voices spoke again, like small small wispers only, much less distinct than usual, vispers that sounded like "New place" and "the revered". Usually the voices makes sence to me or at least sort off but when I woke up by someone knocking on my bedroom door I was just utterly confused.
They had told me that he would be here, that you would be here.
Well before I start confusing everyone I should tell you who I am and possibly start from the beginning.
My name is Rara Avis, I know, strange huh? It is latin for "a rare bird". My parents didn't think they could have children that is what the doctors told them. But one stormy morning in February, the twentynineth to be exact, my mother felt awful pains in her stomach, it was like nothing she had felt before and it wouldn't stop!
So my father apparently drove like mad in the car to get her to the hospital.
And I was born that same day!
Ever since I can remeber I have had some sort of dream, or well not dream exactly, just voices, voices in the dark telling me things.
I do know that it sounds peculiar but I don't know how else to describe it, well there is no other way becaus that is exactly what it is, voices in the dark when I'm asleep or completely relaxed.
The story I wanted to tell you starts just a few months ago.
I hade dozed off while looking at my boring history homework, history isn't really my cup off tea, the future is more of my things.
That is when the voices spoke again, like small small wispers only, much less distinct than usual, vispers that sounded like "New place" and "the revered". Usually the voices makes sence to me or at least sort off but when I woke up by someone knocking on my bedroom door I was just utterly confused.
My blog for short stories
Okay so this is like my forth blog.. at least..
But well I don't use them all so very much..
I will probably post in this one whenever I have any ideas or inspiration. so we'll se how it goes
I'm going to try to post my first today
but think of this before you read!
I'm not very good at writing so don't judge!
Just doing this for fun..
xx
But well I don't use them all so very much..
I will probably post in this one whenever I have any ideas or inspiration. so we'll se how it goes
I'm going to try to post my first today
but think of this before you read!
I'm not very good at writing so don't judge!
Just doing this for fun..
xx
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