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Τετάρτη, 7 Ιουνίου 2017

The Lady With The Violin - Narrative



   Once upon a time there was a beautiful young lady. Her name was Valery. She was more beautiful even than the angels from the skies. She had white skin as the snow and red lips as the first spring roses. Oh she was so innocent! Her family loved her so much as her friends did too. Her life was so full of happiness.
   Valery was to get married with her fiance Salas The marriage held a sunny summer day. People from the whole kingdom came to give them their best wishes. It was a big celebration, the first step for a happy future life.Both, earth and heaven were celebrated the joyful union,but not all of them...
There was a grim angel in heaven who wasn’ t happy. All those years he was secretly watching and desiring Valery to be his own bride. He fell so jealous about her happiness, he wanted not to belong in anyone  even she couldn’ t belong to him. So he decide to destroy her love.
He made an evil plan. He would took Salas far away in order Valery won't see him again. When the young couple got in the boat for their marriage journey, the angel found the perfect chance to get rid of Salas existence forever. By the time the board removed into the middle of the sea, he blew a strong wind and fell the young man out of the boat.
   Valery, so shocked, tried to give him her hand but she couldn’ t do nothing. The wind was so strong that she could not even move.The boat overturned and big waves arised.They wrapped Salas and dragged him far away.She begun to sceam at loud for help but no one could hear her yell. She was all alone in the middle of the nowhere. Somehow she took a brave desicion.She put off her wedding dress and dived into the sea in order to save her fiance. She begun to swim with all the strength that had left her and searched him among the strong waves.He wasn't nowhere...
When she realized that Salas had been lost she held from the boat and begun to cry. Her only hope now was to wait for sea creatures to drive her at her lover. Suddenly she lost her senses and everything around got black
   When she woke up , she was on a desert ground. In the horizon she could see the soft light of dawn.  She didn't have no idea where she was. It was a place like a small island with a small dark cave close to her. She had a terrible headache . She didn't give up, she stood up and walk toward the cave. There was something attractive inside that drove her steps. Something invisible that she could only feel it. Somehow the young lady walked and got inside that mystic cave.
   In the middle of the rocks and sultry atmosphaire's there was a wooden chest of a heavens treasure. It was a magical violin... Valery  overwhelmed by emotions. She remembered her childhood years when her father had gifted her a small violin . What sweet memory!She used to spend many hours playing in her room, but one day her parents took it from her.She had to focus on her studies, first she would be a good student and a gentle lady.The little girl grew up and she totally forgot her lovely violin. Now she thought that it would be a great chance if she begun to play again until someone find her and help her looking for her lost love. She was wondering if he was alive, if he was able to swim and save himself. He missed her so much...
   She decide to play an old memory's melody in order to forget her sore. She took it on her hands and stood at the entrance of the cave  because she wanted to play for her love...When she put the bow on the strings and played the first notes, something weird happened. In the corner of her mind, she heard a strange voice: "Play and I will give you what you will most in the world" That moment Valery brought in her mind the Sayla's sight. What she willed most of anything was he, she wanted to have her love back! She closed her eyes and start playing to the seals with her love' s face on her thought.
Few seconds later , when she opened her eyes again, she saw a beautiful man coming towards her place. She couldn't recognise his face because he was a quite far, she just had a sense that know him very well. As the man was walking closer and closer, Valery could clearly see her lover's face, yes it was him...It was Salas!Then Valery surprised left the violin on the ground and run to fall into his arms. She hold his head between her hands and kissed him. After that kiss everything changed for her...
   When she was pulled back, the man hadn't Salas look anymore, he was just an unknown. "You fooled me" she cried and felt a wave of rage. The anger gushed inside from her.and for the first time she  willed to kill. The unknown man who took her fiance's place must be punished. She took a string from her violin and tightened it around his neck...Now, all she wanted was to keep on playing the violin again and again until the time that her real love would come.
   It's been a long time since her first victim...The young lady lost her mind when the violin turned her into an evil creature thirsty for killing. The story with the unknown man continued for a very long time...always with the same scenario. She insisted that must kill a lot ot men till a day that Salas would return. That's happened somehow...
   Every day when she woke up from her sleep, she took the cursed violin and begun to play standing in front of the cave. When a ship was sailing near the island and the crew had been listened her violin music, it charmed and went to meet her. In a short time, so many murders had been placed on that seas. Now she had killed almost ninety nine men.
It was the turn of the one hundredth when something really unexpectable happened. This time after she kissd the man, he didn't lose Sala's form as usual . He remained with her lover' s face standing in front of her and look her in the eyes:
"This time it's me indeed" he said. Valery could not believe her ears. It was really him!
"How is this possible" she asked shocked . He only smiled at her and kissed her lips again.
"Don't worry my love, you are safe with me, now you are my bride"
  
 He held her in his arms, he wrapped his evil wings around her and flied back at his kingdom, in Hell...Now Valery was his own...

Παρασκευή, 19 Μαΐου 2017

“Puppet”


Puppet

I am a little puppet
Look at my hollow big black eyes
There is not a trace of life in me
touch my lifeless face, cold as ice
Take my strings and play with me

I wasn’ t always like that
It happened because of a magician
He was such a powerful grim man
And I became the victim of his ritual
In order to rebirth his only one love

I am an obedient doll
I watch hm quietly from my shelf
As he plays with the rules of death
He tries to find the right magic spell
That brings his muse to life again

I am just a piece of wood
But I have a secret inside me hidden
A soul that I trapped forevermore
And I drove her far away from Edem
In order to gift the man the real sore

Once he offered me a life among the dead


I took with me his only one love in return..

Παρασκευή, 28 Απριλίου 2017

"The Mask"-A Flash Fiction Gothic narration



The Mask-

It was a time so long ago, when there was a man, so lonely , so sad. No one could understand what he had hidden in his heart. He was full of sorrow. He used to sit into his dark room and read about magic places or sing the darkest notes. He had a secret he coudn't share. He was so bored about his empty life, his only company was his loneliness.                                                              He was hoping for a miracle...                                                                                                                                       One day a weak light of life came and knocked his door. An imperceptible sound upon the wood .
 '' Who is it this time ?'' . he wondered.
 He stood up from his chair and walked towards the door . He opened but there was nobody. He went out and there was no trace of life on the road. His mind was playing games with him. He returned to his room and sank into his darkness until he felt asleep.
    The moon gave his turn to the sun which arised throught the horizon. Small sunbeams passed through the window’s glass and they bathed the man's face. He woke up and opened the window in order to breath the fresh air, he needed so urgently. He had a strange dream, a strong memory from his past. He remembered all those nights of fantasy , the melodies, the lights and most of all her angelic voice, A tear shed from his eye. All those years he was trying so hard to forget his lost life. Everything now was a piece of the past and he could not bring it back again. Everything was alive only inside his dreams.
He decided to take a paper and write a letter to his dead muse. It was his only way out from the sore and the plague that was trapped in his mind and soul. He was writing to her , lines of poetry. No matter what she will never receive them. He could give them to her when he would be able to meet her upon his death.
    The hours were passing by as the man was writing all alone into his dark empty room. The sky was painted into black. It was midnight when the man heard for a second time the same strange knocking ... This time he opened immediately the door in order to see his unknown visitor, but... there was nobody again. He closed the door
, nervously. He couldn't stand anymore this wicked game. He was so tired that he couldn't think of anything.  He was waiting to sleep again and meet her in his dream. A soft feeling of heaven , a way to keep him away from illing. He was looking forward to see her again, his pure love, his angel of music and the woman that broke his heart at the same time. He closed the window, he layed down on the bed and slept. It was the time for a midnight travel in a magic land.
That night he was led by his angel into a brilliant memory. The first moment he saw her...  He was standing in the middle of a dressing room when he heard footsteps coming closer and closer each time. Then he saw her face and hide behind a big mirror. He didn't want to scare her with his ugliness. He could only charm her with his song of love :
''Sing my angel of music '' he sang her ,
''I am here inside your mind''.
She was shaken hearing an unknown voice so close to her. She though that it was a hidden angel that her dead father brought to her. From this moment and every night he was hidding behind that mirror and he was teaching her all of his magical songs. He made her believe that he was a spirit and somehow he really was. He considered himself dead because he had lose his human-like forevermore. Now he became a beast and his song was the only way to make her fall in love with him. But, there was a day that another man , so beauty and so charming make her lose her mind. He charmed her and drove her away from him. He made her forget his ugly angel. He stayed behind screaming among the ruins until he woke up from this nightmare by his yell. He wanted to forget forever this memory . Now his muse was dead because of the other man who led her into the flames.
     It was into the middle of the night when he heard for the third time the same annoying knocking.
''Who are you? He screamed into this madness.
He took no answer again. He opened the door and felt dissappointed once more. He looked around but there was no one. His gaze fell on the ground. It was his broken mask...
Oh! how much he missed it. He took it on his hands and hold it . There was something written inside :
Put it on and come to meet me." It was her ...
Suddenly he became overwhelmed, he went into his room and stood still looking at his mask that he had left upon his desk. ''What did she ment'' he thought.
She wants to meet me. She might regret for the pain she gave me. Oh my pure love, there is only one way to hold you in my arms.He said loundly and took his decision. It was the time to be brave.
He stood up and walked up to the mirror that he had covered for so many years with a black veil. He pulled it away and saw again his terrible view. He smiled to himself and put his mask on tight. Then he passed the loop around his neck and went to meet his love in the world of dead... 

Τρίτη, 21 Μαρτίου 2017

Necrophilia


                                                       
                                 Necrophilia

My dear reader, 
before you read the following words
you had better do your cross..

Satan is awaken, he is brought  to life again,
he will be standing close to you, till my poem's end.
Learn the story of a man, whose  only child died,
and because of the unbearable pain, he lost his mind.

He relented in unholy monstrosities and wicked wills.
somehow he begun looking for forbidden lusting thrills.
Every night time he was coupling with the icy corpses,
their moldy frozen wombs were  his main lust's sources.

He loved to smell the rotten flesh and semen's tincture,
now he turned himself into another evil night creature.
He found a new life inside the cemetεry's marble tombs,
with his only company the worms upon the wizen blooms.

 By the day that the man had a such  terrifying discovery
of a deadly sin for which there was no way of recovery.
He realized that he committed the most horrible crime,
when he had unintentionally raped his own dead child...


Κυριακή, 5 Μαρτίου 2017

"Τhe panther of the gateways"




Τhe panther of the gateways”

A big black panther was standing on the gateways.
He is sayed to be the keeper of another land's gates.
There was a huge devider wall between the two of us,
that was whole made of magic tears, prayers and glass.

Here was sunshine and there were falling snow flakes,
his sudden gaze upon me throught me into the flames.
He started running back and forth like he was on guard
and a magic music at my ears made me charmed.

Then the gate opened and I felt a strange wave of cold,
everything went black but I still remember his last words:

       "Welcome to the dead's world!"