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The Room

The only thing I hear is my own breathing and the soft noise caused by my hands covering my ears, the sound of blood rushing through my veins. My chest moves up and down at every breath I take. It calms me down. The only thing I see are the dark insides of my eyelids. There’s no light on the outside. Everything surrounding me is dark. I can’t hear anything but myself. I can’t see anything but myself. I can’t even smell or feel anything else but me asides from the cold hard floor and the thick walls of this room. I’m sitting in a small dark room, my room. There are no doors and no windows. The room belongs to no one, only to me. No one else ever came inside and I have never left it. I don’t remember what it looks like outside before I came here, before I made this room for myself. It’s not bad in here, really. Nothing really happens, but that’s ok. Inside nothing can hurt me. Inside of this room it all feels ok. Not good not bad, just ok.

I don’t know what, but something inside me moves me to take my hands away from my ears, so I try. I slowly lift my hands a little and in an instant it all changes. Before I know it I put my hands back. I have to face it. The world is a lot bigger when it’s not just me listening to my own background noise. I take a few deep breaths. One more try. I lift my hands from my ears. I can’t hear my breath as clearly anymore. I can’t hear my blood rushing. I can’t hide inside as much. Wait. Hide? What am I hiding from? I’m in the room. My room. Nothing else can come in. As long as I’m here I’m safe. I don’t really know what’s outside, but something tells me it’s not safe. But here, in here where it’s only me and my thoughts I’m safe. I quickly brush by my cheeks to brush away the tears that haven’t dried up yet. If it’s safe, than why am I closing my eyes? This is my room. Why can’t I just look at it? So I open my eyes.  I see a wall. That’s all. Suddenly I’m afraid. My hands start trembling, my legs start shaking. I feel trapped. No doors, no windows. Just a wall. My thoughts burst out and run wild. Something inside my head is screaming to break free. Everything scrambles up. Suddenly the room isn’t empty anymore. The walls come closer and I feel threatened. My room, my safe haven is filled up with questions. Why did I move my hands, why did I open my eyes, why was I crying, why is it dark? All the questions push up to me to for one big threatening question. One I don’t want to hear. One I don’t want to answer.

Why am I here?

As I stand next to a wall I can feel how rock solid it is. Thick cement that was never meant to break down. Why am I here? Who made this room and why am I in it? Is this where I should be right now? What’s outside? Tears are running down my face. I’m panicking. I’m banging my hands against the wall knowing it has no effect. I’m pushing a single thought away as hard as I can, but I can’t avoid it getting more prominent inside of my mind. I wish I had a door.

I sink down to my knees, still shaking. Still confused. I lift my hands up to my ears and I nearly close my eyes again. One last glance and there I see it. It’s a door. It’s not obvious, it’s just as black as the walls around me. I stare for a while, amazed, confused. I stand up. My knees are still shaking, but I take a step. One step in the wrong direction. As I look at the door I become certain of one thing. I’m not ready to open it. Another step back. I can’t. I just can’t go outside yet, it’s too much. Two more steps. It’s too late for me. I know that I’m not gonna walk up there. If I could I would, but the truth is simple. I just can’t.  My back hits a wall and I realise I can’t go back any more. I close my eyes and I sit down again. Reality is different from when I was first sitting. I know that there’s a way out, but I decide that inside is better for me. Like I said, it’s not that bad. I can do this…

A soft knock. Heh, I must have imagined that. There’s no way… Again. Louder this time. What’s out there? A third time. I open my eyes again and I find myself looking straight at the door. I know it’s coming from there. I know that I’ll have to look. Another knock. I have to. I don’t know how I can gather up the strength, but I do. I stand up and I walk to the door. I stop in front of it. I’m so close and I don’t even know how I got so far, but that’s it. I know I can’t do it alone and I know that there’s no one inside to help me. This is the closest I’m going to get. The knocking changes. By now it’s more of a bang that’s gradually getting louder. Whoever it is, the door won’t open like that. This is my room, no one else can open it. I lift my hand towards the handle. I grab the handle. It’s cold. Of course it is. It’s room temperature. I breathe in, I breathe out. Am I really going to do this? One more bang. If the banging stops, can I ever do it again? Is it now or never? Do I want to find out? I open the door. The walls crumble.

I’m in a bed. I’m breathing through a tube. A constant beep is telling me that I’m alive. Two arms surround me. The person is shaking and his voice is broken. His eyes are wet with tears. He’s barely able to pronounce his words, but I clearly hear what he says. “Oh my god. Thank God you’re ok. Thank God.”


This story is kinda about someone that’s in a coma and is struggling to find a way out. This person doesn’t know what’s outside, but figures that maybe staying inside is even harder. But this story is not only about a person in a coma, but also for someone who’s stuck behind the walls that he or she created, maybe without even realizing. With a lot of effort this person finally gets to a door to get out, but that last step is just too hard. In the end the only thing it really took was a knock and a small opening to make the walls crumble. So if you’re the person in the room, try and open the door. If you know the person in the room, just try and knock. There’s always gonna be someone out there, now or in the future that’s happy that you did it :). Idealism right there xD.   


Identity (4)

“Why are you covering my eyes?” She suppressed the slight panic in her voice.

“Relax. This conversation has to stay between the both of us.”

“Everyone around here can see us why the secrecy? What are you hiding?”

“The blind can only see once their eyes have been opened. Now relax and promise me you’ll keep quiet.”

For a moment she thought back to their conversation only hours ago.

“I will decide that after I hear the contents of it.”

She thought she heard him chuckle, but without seeing it in person, she couldn’t believe her own ears.

He continued. “If you could choose between being normal and being special, which would you choose?”

She focused. His warm hands were covering her eyes taking away her most reliable tool of observation. She tried to find her orientation in the sounds surrounding them, but strangely, she heard nothing. As if the children in the park, the birds and even the wind were waiting for her to answer this question. Why was this so important? Why was being special so great? What she really looked for, what she always had looked for was reassurance. Security.

“I want to be normal.”

“Of course you do. You’ve always pretended to be, right?”

She didn’t respond.

“I understand. Being normal is easy when you start out normal. The problem is, when you start out being special, nothing is easy. Not being special and not being normal.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

He paused for a while. Slowly she felt herself fading behind the warmth of his hands. She didn’t focus on the sounds anymore, but only listened to his voice.

“Let me show you what it’s like to be me.”

Within a second it was as if she had opened her eyes. Suddenly she saw everything. The park, her office, her home. The world. She saw a child playing with his dog surrounded by a bright green colour. A woman sitting alone on a bench engulfed by purple. She saw the brightest colours she had ever seen, and everyone she could imagine. Suddenly she saw herself standing in the park alone, staring at an empty space. Around her was the deepest black she had seen surrounding a tiny speck of white. She looked at herself again and again. A burning feeling of discomfort grew inside her. Suddenly she screamed out loud, she grabbed the hands that were covering her eyes and turned around to face him. For a moment all she saw was a black void with the two of them in the middle of it. Quickly the park they were standing in before began to reappear again as she was used to it.

“What the hell Nathan?!” She started screaming and randomly lashed out at him. Tears were running down her face and everything inside her screamed that everything she knew was wrong.

“Susan! Relax!” Nathan grabbed her wrists, gently yet firm.

She immediately stopped at his words. Her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest, but she immediately felt like she could breathe again. Before saying anything she took a few deep breaths.

“H…How do you know my name?”

“You told me.”

“I didn’t. It’s classified information. I never say my name during a case.”

“I… I just know.”

For the first time she saw a look of emotion in his expression. He was insecure as well as concerned. He was concerned about her, she could feel it. He had slipped up and suddenly, he seemed human. She thought of her own slip up just seconds ago. He had seen her tears. They had both loosened up.

“It seems your freak experiment worked. We stepped out of our comfort zone. The next stage is actual trust Nathan, and now you better give me some real answers.”

Suddenly he looked up at her with a straight face again, but this time, she saw something kind in his expression.

“Ask me anything you want.”


For the first time since… I can’t remember, I actually know exactly where I’m headed with a story! I don’t exactly know a good ending yet, but well at least I know what I’m going to write in the next part xD I hope I still have the right kinda inspiration by then… ^^’ I actually wanted to continue writing right away, but I didn’t for the purpose of a cliffhanger, since I know everyone Loves those… x’D Enjoy the wait! 😛 

Identity (3)

“My own sister? …What if everything you think is wrong. What if all the evidence is actually just a trick to fool you and me?”

“I know what I saw. The evidence doesn’t lie, Nathan. No normal person could have done it.”

“So you already think it’s me, right? Black and white. I just so happen to be the dark and you just so happen to be the light.”

“It’s not my choice! All you need to do is to prove that you are normal.”

“I am normal.”

She let out a sigh and looked away. It’s not my choice. She lied to herself over and over. Something about telling that story loosened it up in her. Something that she had been locking away for all too long. Feelings. Why this story? It was just another case. But something about it felt different. She looked up at him again. It was him. It was HIM. Everything inside her screamed that he was the one. The suspect, the criminal. The thing that was different about this case.

“You don’t believe me.” He continued.

“How can I?” She asked.

“What makes us so different? Our world is black. The only difference is that you pretend that you stand in the light and society believes you.”

She sighed again.

“Just make them believe that you are normal.”

For a moment he paused. He looked straight into her eyes for at least a full minute. She looked straight back at him. She tried to show him confidence, stability and control, but he saw straight through her act. Somewhere deep behind her lies he saw an honest heart. A true heart, covered up, surrounded and buried beneath the lies that were given to her. Sure, one time her world was white. But that was a long time ago. Now all he could see was the blackness that took control. He saw the darkness floating around her, surrounding her completely and somewhere inside he saw the light fighting a pointless battle. He saw what other people couldn’t see and he thought what other people couldn’t think. He knew that he would be the one to win that battle. He would take the darkness away from her. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to.

“I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“But I can’t” They both fell silent for a while before he continued.

“How long do I have left?”

“5 days.”

“We have to find the real one.”

“Who says I want to help you?”

“I do.”

She looked away. Why on earth would she try to help him? He was the one. She could feel it. There was something off about all of this. About him, his thoughts, his lack of emotions. About the crime scene, about the blood and about that cross. Even about her boss with his grey suit and even about her. Something was very wrong.


“You don’t trust me”

“No I don’t”

“I don’t trust you either.”

He stood up in front of her and reached out his hand to her.

“Before we do this, we need to have some trust.”

“And how do you propose we accomplish that?”

“It’s simple.” When she didn’t grab his hand he reached out himself and pulled her up from the bench. With a quick move he stood behind her and he held his hands over her eyes. Startled by him she tried to get away, but she found out she couldn’t move.

“Calm down.” He said.

“Let me tell you who I am.”


Finally! Inspiration! 😀 I feel like I’m getting a bit stuck with this story, but somehow I hope I can make something up xD At least I’m glad I wrote something again, even though it’s not that much 😛 Maybe I should start a challenge again to get myself to write more. Then again, maybe I should wait a year before I do that xD In any case, I hope people can enjoy this a bit ^_^ 

Identity (2)

Grey in colour

It’s pretty hard to find a picture like this 😮 So I made one myself xD

“Why are we here.” They were walking around in a park. Everywhere around them there was bright sunlight, children were playing and birds were fluttering around. To him it seemed so far away from the prison he had been in for the last few days. He liked the change of pace, but his expression revealed nothing of his thoughts.

“It’s rare for you to ask questions.” She replied to him with another fake smile.

“We’ve been walking around for two hours and 13 minutes without you speaking. That is rare too.”

She chuckled. “Things can change.”

He sighed. He considered replying to her meaningless words. Change. No such thing existed in his world, nor did it in hers. But he saw no use in his reply. Instead he examined her again, as he had done so often already. For once her hair hung loose on her shoulders instead of in a tight bun. Her glasses were replaced by contact lenses and she was wearing white instead of the usual dark colours.

“You look different.” He said monotonously.

“I’m surprised you noticed.” She said. “I’m different when I’m outside of the project.”

“No.” His response was immediate and clear. “You’re not different, you lóók different. Your eyes are the same, but now you’re hiding it.”

She looked up and acted surprised, but it was clear she wasn’t. At this point she was determined to stay in control.

“Why do you know these things?” She asked him with true interest. “Why do you know who I am?”

“Observation.” He said. “Observation can bring a person a long way.”

“Observation is not enough. I’m sure it requires a special talent. Something that was in you from the day you were born. Something that makes you different from the average person.”

“I am no different from anyone.”

“Are you really not?”

His eyes narrowed for a split second, but as quickly as the hint of emotion came, it disappeared.

“Why do you want to know these things?”

She sighed. For a moment it looked as if she was considering something, but he could see in her eyes that things were going exactly as she had planned. It frustrated him, but he held the same expression. The one thing he could have was the control of his own actions. She signalled him to sit down on one of the benches.

“You’re asking me to tell you classified information, Nathan.”

“You are asking me to reveal myself to someone I do not know. My questioning you seems perfectly reasonable.”

“You talked more to me today than the two days before.”

“I speak when I deem it necessary.”

“Why is that?”

“Explain the relevance of your questioning. Do not treat me like an unknowing factor in your investigation while your true purpose was clear from the start. I refuse to be guided along your lines willingly.” His monotonous voice didn’t change, but she could hear that the coldness in it had grown. She knew that he had given her the control she had at that point, and she knew that he was ready to take it back at any point. It bothered her that she had no real control from the start. This was a game of power that she was not allowed to lose.

“This conversation must stay between the both of us.” She said.

“I will decide that after I hear the contents of it.”

She sighed again. “Very well, I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

Hello bloggers ^_^ I’m ashamed of myself… 😦 It’s been a full 24 days since I last wrote something down that made sense and now I finally did it, it’s a vague story that really didn’t add anything to the plot line 😦 At least it’s something though… I hope that the next part of this story will be a bit less vague 😛  Well we’ll see. I think it’s gonna be two blogs on one day for me today, because a lot happened and since I use my blog as a diary… (is that weird?) I’ll have to tell some things ^_^ Until the next blog 😉


“I am no one. Just an ordinary person with ordinary qualities. You could walk past me every day without turning your head or even realising I was there at all. There’s nothing that separates me from you or from another random stranger.”

“That’s not what I asked”

Their voices were monotonous, emotionless, strictly formal. Both of them were cold in their actions and none showed a hint of inferiority towards to the other.

“Well what did you ask?”

“I asked who you are. What’s your name. What’s unique about you.”

Without flinching he answered.

“Nathan Green. 19 year old male, in my second year of university. I study maths, but that hardly distinguishes me from anyone else.”

“Any hobbies?”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“There’s no need for you to know.”

“I want to know.”

“Any hobbies?”

“I want to know.”

“Answer me or you will be put in confinement again. Last time. Any hobbies?” She tried to take control, but he refused to give it. Every word was stressed, but he remained unimpressed.

“I like music.”

“What kind of music?”

“I’ll go back to my cell.”

“Protective confinement!” She corrected him.

“Prison.” He replied.

He turned his back towards the woman in front of him and he walked back showing as little emotion as when he first arrived.

“How did it go?” The woman turned to her superior and let out a sigh. Without answering she turned to the cup of coffee on her desk and picked it up. Slowly sipping her coffee she turned around the words in her head and thought of the right way to express them. She looked at the superior in front of her. He had small eyes that were hidden behind the big frame of his glasses. He was dressed up in a grey suit with a slightly darker tie. Every inch of his suit was at exactly the right place. Even his hair was brushed tightly back into a perfect model. The only thing about him that wasn’t formal and strict were his eyes that were staring at her, burning with curiosity. Without a word she put the coffee cup back on the table. For a few seconds the only sound that filled the room was the sound of the cup hitting the table and the breathing of the woman and her superior. “He’s very turned to himself. His closed behaviour is predominant. It could be seen as compulsive, but I can’t be sure yet.” The man looked at the floor, considering his next words.

“When will you be sure?”

“I need more time.”

“How long?”

“As long as it takes.”

A sigh was followed by a long silence. She wanted to interrupt it, but she knew it wouldn’t have meaning. He turned his back towards her and looked at the whiteboard. There were pictures connected with lines, everything was surrounded by small notes, yet nothing seemed to add up to form a whole.

“The family wants retribution.” He said.

“We can’t hold an innocent accountable.” She replied.

“We don’t know if he is innocent.”

“Innocent until proven otherwise.”

“Guilty until proven otherwise.” His eyes were strict. There was no way to change his mind. She knew there never was.

“You have one week.” He walked towards the door and left her alone in the room.

One week. She thought to herself. Would it be enough?

The door closed behind her with a soft click. She found him sitting behind the white table examining his hands with great care. He didn’t look up as she sat down on the chair opposite of him but he continued staring at his fingernails. For a few minutes they sat in front of each other in complete silence. Him observing his hands and her observing his expression. He was neither nervous nor relaxed, but rather something in between. Every time she saw him he looked completely neutral. After a long time he turned up his head and he seemed to notice her presence, but he didn’t greet her. Instead he stared directly at the table. Without a word she lifted her right hand from under the table, revealing a black binder. She put it on the table and started taking its contents out. Four sheets of paper, two black and two white. She put the sheets next to each other perfectly aligned in front of him with two black sheets on one side and the two white sheets on the other side. She looked at his expression, but it remained unchanged as he looked at the papers. Then she reached out and pushed one black paper forward, slightly out of line with the other papers. His expression remained completely neutral, but after a few seconds he reached out and pushed the paper back in the line again. She proceeded by pushing another paper to the front again and he repeated his actions emotionless but fast. This was repeated a few times until she stopped and tried to catch his gaze. He didn’t look back but kept staring into a distance instead.

“Why black and white?” She asked him.

“I didn’t choose these.” He replied still without looking at her.

“But why did I choose them?” For the first time he looked her in the eyes. His lips were pushed in a straight line and his eyes stayed as cold as ever, but this time he was observing her.

“Because the world is black and white.” His gaze was steady and penetrating.

“Because it exists of facts and numbers?” She asked


“There’s nothing more than that. Agreed?”


“Black and white. Love and hate.”


“Life and death.”

“Agreed.” She paused for a moment.

“Which one do you value more?” She asked him.

“What I value doesn’t matter. The world won’t change it colours.” She showed him a fake smile.

“Your world is black, isn’t it?”

Slowly he leaned in closer to her and copied her fake smile. When he was only an inch away from her face he whispered with a wide grin,

“Our world is black.”

For a moment she twitched. At that exact moment she knew, she could see it in his eyes. He won the upper hand. She stood up and pushed in her chair. She picked up the sheets and put them perfectly orderly back in the binder. He had continued examining his hands as she left without saying a word.

Helloooo World! So the good news is, my exams are finally finished! Which means freedooom 😀 The bad news is… Freedom doesn’t mean inspiration -_- I have never been so bored in my entire life D: (ok that’s exaggeration, but that’s the privilige of being a ‘writer’. I wrote this a week ago. It was supposed to be in Dutch, but somehow I can’t write in Dutch anymore -_- I intend to make a part 2 and end this story with a very unexpecting plot twist 😀 Now only… think of the rest xD One day I’ll finish all my unfinished stories xD One day… Maybe ^^’

A Brilliant Blade

The air was heavy, moist and filled with the scent of fresh blood. I was surrounded by darkness and I could hear nothing but the slicing sound of a sharp object cutting through victims like air and the noise of my own heartbeat. I don’t remember if I was frozen by fear, or by the burning pain in my legs and feet. I don’t know if I was shivering from the cold or from imposing danger stepping closer at every second. With every exhale a cloud of mist appeared before my eyes giving a bit of warmth back to my face, but with every inhale everything returned to darkness again. The only thing in my line of sight was a small stripe of light from the moon and some trees that stood as a shadow before the light. For the rest I found myself in complete darkness and silence. It could suddenly appear from every direction and my end could come before I had the chance to scream. I forced my mind to be silent and ordered my ears to hear every surrounding noise, but my own body betrayed me. I was terrified by the realisation that I was defenceless and completely at It’s mercy. There was no choice but to wait for it to happen. My end. I didn’t hear any movement, yet I knew it was quickly approaching. Suddenly, as if the time moved slower, I saw the small light of the moon touch a blade that was held up in the air. I took my precious seconds to admire the brilliant swiftness of the blade as it danced along the moonlight in my direction. The blade seemed to float in the air untouched by anything but light. As the blade moved closer time took its original speed and I stared directly into my death. With a swift slice the sword swung toward me, but as fast as it began to move, as quickly did it stop. My eyes widened, but I didn’t flinch. A deep voice whispered,

“Why didn’t you move.”

I looked at the sword as if it was the one that spoke to me. Why didn’t I move? Was it fear? Was I too frozen to object to my death? No. The moment I saw the brilliance of the blade I had accepted it.

“Because a death by your blade is better than a life in fear.”

The sword moved softly along the outline of my face and stopped against the throbbing vein in my neck, but I kept my eyes focused straight forward with an unwavering gaze.

“Do you not fear death?” The same voice asked.

“Death has nothing to do with it. Life does.”

A moment of silence followed as the sword slowly moved downward and stopped while pointing at my hands. I looked downwards and became aware of the shackles around my wrists and feet. I had forgotten their weight and the pain that came with it, but now I remembered.

“You’re a slave.”

“And you’re an assassin. In the end of the day we’re both just human.”

“But with power.” The voice sounded calm and composed. I stared at the sword and at the shackles on my wrists.

“Power doesn’t mean anything without freedom.”

The shadow sighed with approval. “Then leave with your life and your freedom.”

With a sudden movement the sword slipped through the shackles on my wrists and feet without so much as touching me. Within a moment the heavy weight I carried was lifted and the shackles fell next to me on the ground with a deafening noise. I stepped forward to see the shadows face, but I was alone.

“Freedom. Power. Life.” I spoke the words out loud and let them ring through my head as if they were foreign. I moved forward, without direction and without looking back.

I love katana’s ❤ Since I knew of the existence of such swords I loved them. The swiftness in how they move in the hands of an expert, the beauty as it slices throught something and the elagance of the user’s stances… I just love them. I watch anime’s with swordfighting in it just to admire the swords and I watched hour long documentaries on how katana’s are made just to see how people can make such perfection and I even half finished a wooden katana because I loved it so much (it’s still not finished due to annoying circumstances -_-) But until now it’s still my dream to once own a real katana or even better to help make one myself ❤ In any case I didn’t just write this because I love katana’s but also because I had the feeling I haven’t written a good story in way too long, so I’m considering to make this one ongoing too (Like way too many stories of mine now for which I currently don’t have any inspiration -_-) It’s still short, but I hope you enjoyed it ^^ 


“I don’t get it!”


“What do you mean, good?”

“You’re not supposed to get it!”

I heard a teasing tone in his voice and I felt him dancing around me as we moved forward. “So where are we going?” Suddenly I felt his finger flicking against my forehead. “Auw!”

“That’s for asking a stupid question!” I couldn’t see his expression, but I could almost swear I saw the image of his wide, mocking grin printed in my memory. “Are you at least going to tell me why I’m wearing a blindfold?” Another flick against my forehead. “Auw dammit! I guess that means No.” I rubbed the back of my hand against my forehead in an attempt to ease the pain while I tried to suppress my burning curiosity.

“So I should just completely stop asking question then, huh?” I felt his arm being flung around my shoulder and his face coming closer to my ear. “It seems like you finally got it!”

“And you know I don’t like surprises, do you?” He chuckled

“I’m well aware. That’s what makes this so much fun! You know, I’m even considering to make a few more circles around this place to make it take just a little longer…” I turned around and pushed his arm of my shoulder. “Stop messing with me!” In a small moment of annoyance I lashed out to where I heard his voice. In a failed attempt to hit his face, I smashed my hand against a cold brick wall and screamed out the pain. From behind me I heard him gasping for breath as he laughed his heart out. A deep frown appeared on my face and I immediately turned towards the wall to get a slight clue on where I was, but before I could find out I felt his hands pulling me away from the wall, making me completely clueless again. “Nu uh uh. Wall feeling is not what we’re doing today sweety.”

“Then tell me what we are doing today or I’m gonna burst, come on!” For a short while I could hear nothing but my thoughts running wild. I always hated surprises, because every single time I almost die from curiosity. That’s why ever since I was little people loved surprising me whenever they had the chance. Whether it was a surprise birthday party that nearly gave me a heart attack, or a silly gift they kept a secret just to see and enjoy my reaction. After 19 years of constant surprising you’d think a person would learn… I didn’t.  “Well, if you listened to your surroundings for a while you would’ve figured it out long ago already!” I stopped to think for a while, but I still couldn’t figure it out. “Huh?” Another chuckle. “Ooh Cam, How I love it when you’re stupid! Come on, let’s walk around a bit more to see if you can figure it out!” I sighed. I realised that he wasn’t going to give me even the slightest hint before I calmed down. “Ok ok, you win. Just keep talking so I can follow your voice and don’t slam my face against a wall this time ok?” “No no… No talking. Listening. Just follow what you hear from now on!”

“Oh so you’re just going to stop talking completely?” No response… “And what if I walk into a car and get fatally injured and it’s all your fault?” Still no response. I sighed. The blindfold took away the one sense I relied on the most and I felt completely surrounded by darkness. I guess this is what blind people would feel like. I tried to focus on hearing my surroundings. Only then I noticed the soft sounds of birds chirping. It felt oddly peaceful. Around me there were only birds and a soft breeze surrounding me from all sides. I couldn’t hear cars or people chattering about their newest sales. No high heels ticking on the streets and actually, there weren’t any streets at all. The city sounds were way out of reach. Slowly but gradually I started hearing more and more bird chirping and I heard the wind playing with the leaves that were rustling against each other. I heard a rushing sound of water near me and I heard twigs and leaves cracking underneath my shoes as I walked. A little bit ahead of me I heard the same sound and a soft humming. For a moment I felt completely at peace. I followed the soft humming for a few minutes. Or hours, I don’t remember how long it took. Suddenly the humming stopped, but this time I wasn’t surrounded by only black anymore. I knew exactly where I was without even having to see it. I smiled. “You finally got it huh?” I felt his hands coming closer to my face and he tried to untie my blindfold. “Jake… This place is a three hour walk!” He laughed. “Aren’t you happy I took you here then?” The blindfold fell off my face and I opened my eyes. For a few moments I blinked against the bright light, but soon I could see clearly where we were. I was standing on a hill. Behind me and on both sides next to me there were trees that were covered with the pink of flower blossoms. In front of me I saw a clear, deep waterfall with about five deer near it drinking the water. Behind one of them I saw the little head of a baby deer eagerly drinking the fresh water. I turned towards him and smiled. “No, I’m very happy you did!” I looked at the baby deer playfully jumping around next to the water while his parents quietly watched and drank. “How did you know they’d be here right now?” His eyes showed a bright boyish sparkle as he grinned. “I’ve been watching them for a couple of weeks.”

“You walked three hours every week!?”

“Every day… And when I found out they had a baby, I just had to drag you here!” I turned around and looked at the deer again. “So that was your surprise huh?” He sat down on the ground and stretched his arms. “Nope.” I looked at him in disbelief. All my curiosity came boiling up at once again. “Then what is the surprise? Spit it out already!” He smiled and gestured me to sit down next to him. I wanted to object, but his smile was too convincing. “The surprise was, a calm and quiet day together in the forest. No stress, no distraction, just some peaceful fun.” I looked at him confused, but he didn’t look back. He grabbed his backpack and took out two sandwiched. I gratefully accepted one and stared at the nature in frontof me again.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“I know.”


Hello Blogging world ^^ It’s been… I lost track of time xD Actually I lost a lot of things! Inspiration… Freedom… Yeah it’s exam time meaning may is gonna be a b… unkind month for me. Everyone, please, I need all the prayers I can get xD In any case I’ve been studying a lot for this stuff, so I think it’ll be fine. Only one month left and I’ll have my freedom back! Aaaanyway, the story. The main character is inspired by someone who happens to be bad with curiosity… and someone who I currently have a surprise for… You know who you are >:D Oh and about the forest and the waterfall; Every time I go to a forest or a waterfall in my stories it’s the same one. I have an amazingly clear image in my head now what it looks like and I really hope I can see a pace just like that one day *_* Yup… I fell in love with a fictional forest, a figment of my imagination… But seriously, that waterfall is really beautiful! I’ve seen it in every season and it sparkles the most during the spring when there are all kinds of butterflies and other animals dancing around it 😀 Oh and on the hill there is a log where you can sit on and build a small campfire in front of it and at night you can watch the stars there without having the city lights make it less clear. A little bir away from the hill I built my tree hut where my children will play when I get older marry and actually have kids… I love this forest xD 

Dangerous truth

“The truth is that nothing really is true.” She walked up to him as he sat still on his knees facing the floor. From him came an aura of despair and long lost hope. Slowly she crouched in front of him and lifted up his chin with her hand. He found himself staring directly into two scarlet eyes that looked at him without hesitation and without emotion. “Nothing you see around here is actually true. This world is filled with lies to keep people happy.” She moved her face closer to his without breaking eye contact. “And as soon as you stop believing those lies and start seeing the truth, the world as it really is, everything seems to fall apart.” Her words were spoken softly, mysterious, and with care, but without feeling. Slowly she moved even closer to his face and she took in the scent of fear that was lingering around his being. “But we’re here to build it all up again. That’s all we want, David. We want to stop the lies and make a world without all of that. A world of our own. And that won’t just happen on it’s own. We have to make it happen.” She brought her lips alongside his ear and let out a soft whisper. “I want you to help me. Do you think you can do that… David?” She moved her lips towards his, but just before they met he pushed her away. “Stop it!” He stood up and rose above her. His face filled with anger and his fists clenched in a tight ball. “Your kiss is a kiss of death. I’ve seen it happen before and I know the consequences. I know I shouldn’t trust you, even though you speak of truth, because even the truth can be bent in ways filled with dishonesty. The truth isn’t all, but honesty takes us further.” She stood up as a cold, emotionless smile appeared on her lips. “Very well. And where do you see your honesty take us, David?” “Don’t call me David!” He yelled, but there was no anger in his voice. There was but place for disappointment. “Don’t call me by the name that was given to me my them. One that is marked by the very darkness of dishonesty. I would rather have no name at all, than the name that was forced on me.” He sighed but his expression showed overflowing confidence. “If you want to build a new world together with me, one that is true and honest, you will not persuade me with your mind tricks. I refuse to be your mindless slave blinded by my lingering past. I want to actively build a better future.” She stared at him with disbelief. Never did she think she would find such a strong ally in such weak surroundings. “Are you sure you won’t miss them?” He chuckled. “Of course I will. And I will never forgive you for what you did. From now on, until the day you have earned my fulland complete trust, you will have to watch your every step and move, because even I don’t know when I might strike. But I know it will be fatal. The only thing that saved you now, is that the ones I will miss were the true liars, and that was their downfall. I will overlook it for once, but never again.” For the first time her eyes softened at his harsh words and she showed a slight, but honest smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


The great thing about reading is that it allows your imagination to roam freely. In my head this story has a perfect background and a well thought through character descriprion, but I’m curious if it makes any sense and what story it has become in your heads ^^ In any case, have fun with finding out! I thought of this when I fell of the stairs today. Is inspiration always supposed to hurt this badly? -_- Oh and I decided to put the writers comments (I always have to include those for some reason -,-) in italics from now on, so it won’t be confused with the actual story xD (I was rereading my stories and it turned out to be pretty confusing half of the time xD)

The Path Of Power (part 2)

He walked up to the centre of the forest and stood still in the middle of an open spot surrounded by the trees. He sat down and closed his eyes. If he listened carefully he could hear the rushing waterfall to his left end the wind blowing through the mountains to his right. The air smelled like autumn trees and with every gust of wind the fallen leaves were blown against his cheeks. He took a deep breath and while keeping his eyes closed, he tried to take in his surroundings. In his mind he saw the droplets of water splashing from the waterfall and sparkling in the light of the sun. He kept on focussing on the rushing water, the small waves and the smooth pebbles at the bottom of the lake. His mind drifted of to the day before and the same questions arose in his mind as he had asked his mother so curiously. How do I know it’s the right one? What do I have to do after? How will it help me, and what if it doesn’t come at all? He remembered his mothers gentle smile when she patted him on his head. “Don’t worry. You’re a strong boy and tomorrow, you’ll be a strong man. Trust me, when you see him, you’ll know. Just clear your mind and listen.” So he listened. He allowed his thoughts to be blown away with the next gust of wind and he focussed solely on the sound of the falling leaves. Everything became quiet. The wind stopped blowing, the water stopped rushing and the leaves stopped falling. It was as if time stood still for him to become fully quiet. He had no idea how long he sat in the same position. His perception of time had gone away with the sound of the forest and days and minutes felt exactly the same. Suddenly the sound flowed back to his surroundings as he felt something soft brushing against his hand. He opened his eyes and stared in surprise. In front of him there was a wolf cub with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. It’s fur was white as the clearest snow, but along it’s body starting from the lining of it’s eyes and ending near the tip of it’s tail there ran a brown curved line of fur forming a powerful and beautiful contrast. It’s eyes were fearlessly locked on his and it’s small paws were balancing on the edge of his knee. The wolf cub was small, barely a week old at most, but already ran without its pack. Mesmerised by the cub he lifted his hands towards its head. As soon as his hands touched the soft fur the wolf started barking loudly. Immediately he pulled his hand away without interrupting his gaze towards the cub. Suddenly it jumped up and turned around to run towards the mountains. Along it’s way it stopped and turned around looking him straight in the eyes. A loud howl, unsuited for its size was heard throughout the forest and it was aimed directly at him. As soon as he heard the howl he snapped out of his mesmerised state. He took a few steps in the direction of the mountains, but then paused to look back in the direction of the waterfall. Days before he had prayed that it would be water. Soft, easy. That’s what he thought and hoped. He looked at the mountains again and let out a sigh. He knew it was idle hope. His destiny was at the mountains. He looked at the bright lights that floated above the frozen mountain tops. Maybe there was something good that could come from this. Filled with determination he followed the wolf cub to the mountains. He grinned. The mountains. Yup, I’m definitely gonna die now. There’s no going back. The cold air blew against his face and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid of what was about to happen. The wide smile on his face wasn’t only because of the  hopeless situation, but because of the determination he had to see it through.


Hello everyone ^_^ It took me an awefully long time to finally contintue with The Path Of Power xD The first reason for this is inspiration -_- Isn’t it always… The second reason is that I wrote the first part of it in history class and after that I lost it. I refused to continue before finding it and today it suddenly reappeared in my agenda… You know that moment when you lose something just because you put it at a place you think you will remember so that you absolutely Won’t lose it? -_- Yeah… That’s what happened. In any case, I’m curious how this story will work out 😀 I think it’ll be a long one, but I’ll definitely try to finish it!

Our Dark Secret (Part 5)

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My father. I turned around only to see the man who was following us. He walked up to us with an eerie calm posture. He took large slow steps in our direction and he looked at me with self satisfied confidence. Nothing in his manners looked as if he was in a rush to take us away from the group of faceless people. Somewhere inside I started to realise that I wasn’t at the right place, but I refused to give into my thoughts. With the last bit of hope I had I tried to tell the man again what was going on. Without really listening he pushed me aside and walked up to the man behind me. My head started hurting and my vision blurred. “Nonsense! This is just all a bad joke. I’m not kidnapping these children.” A bad joke. I looked at my thin, emaciated body, covered with bruises and my feet soaking in blood. This wasn’t a bad joke. This was real. He would see it to if only he had eyes to do so. “I didn’t kidnap these girls. They are merely part of the plan.” For a moment he looked at me. What I saw wasn’t desperation. He didn’t try to talk himself out of anything, but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He grinned at me. The faceless man started to chuckle. “Which one?” “The older one.” I knew I had to leave. Something really bad was about to happen. In the corner of my eyes I saw another faceless one stretch out his arms in the direction of the girl. Suddenly all energy flowed back to my body. It didn’t take me one thought to kick him in the stomach. I ran up to the girl, grabbed her arm and started to run. Our path was immediately blocked by the river. The people responded quickly and within seconds we were surrounded. I turned my head to the river and decided. Quickly I lifted the girl in my arms and jumped into the river. Moments long I didn’t think about anything but the water around me. I swam with all my strength dragging the girl with me through the water. We were being followed by exactly 10 faceless men. I don’t know when I had the time to count, but somehow I knew it. The adrenaline inside me made me push forward with all my might. I hardly noticed us arriving at the other side, nor did I realise what I was doing when I pulled the girl up besides me on the land. All I could think of was run and protect. Still soaked in our clothes we ran up on the hill in front of us and took cover behind the trees. The thoughts in my head started running wild when I saw the people approach our hiding place. I looked around to see if I could find anything that could save us. As quietly as I could I tried to sneak up the hill  and right at the top I found exactly what I needed. A really broad tree trunk was held back by only a few small rocks and it’s own weight. I looked at the path that the trunk could follow and I knew what had to be done. The faceless people were quick, so I didn’t waste a second to think about it. I knew that if I did, I would regret it. Quickly I removed the rocks that held back the tree trunk. “You!” I yelled at the girl who responded in frightened surprise. “Help!” I signalled her to come over and we started to lean against the tree trunk. The faceless people were no less than 10 metres away from us when it started to roll. I followed it’s track as it rolled over a stone edge in the hill and it was launched above their heads. At least four people were hit in the head by the wide trunk and everywhere I looked I saw red. For a few precious seconds I stood still and I stared at the panic. Four people… I killed them all. I looked again and again and after a few moments I realised what I felt. It was so easy. Something inside me felt relieved and almost… Happy. A small smile formed on my lips as I kept watching at what happened. Suddenly I felt something pulling my shirt and I looked down to see the desperate eyes of the little girl looking up at me. I looked at the men again and saw that they were moving. I came back to my senses and I turned around. Quickly we ran down the other side of the hill and I almost cried out when I saw it. A few metres away from the foot of the hill I saw a huge rock wall coming closer. Behind us the men had almost caught up. With no other option we ran up to the wall until we had no where else to go. With only a few metres between us I tried to suppress my desperation and think clearly. I looked at the little girl and lowered my face to her level. “Hey, what’s your name?” She looked at me surprised but in spite of her confusion she whispered her name. “Alice.” I sighed. The men had already surrounded us. “I’m Sarah. Listen, Alice. Close your eyes and stay behind me. What ever you do, don’t open them or move from this spot until I call your name. Promise me that okay?” I grabbed her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. She slightly nodded and closed her eyes. I stood up again, straightened my back and faced the men. “Why are you doing this?” My voice sounded loud, clear and confident. I wasn’t, but I wasn’t about to let them find out. One of the men stepped forward. He had no special features and looked exactly the same as the rest of them. “You weren’t kidnapped. You were just brought here to fulfil your purpose.” The answer only arose more questions. “What purpose? Why?” The man laughed. An evil grin appeared on his face. “It’s like a game. We bring you here, we make you suffer, we laugh and enjoy and at the very end only the strongest one remains. Having lived to see all the other die, that’s true pain. That one gets to live to hear the truth. You are the strongest one, girl. Soon you’ll get to suffer one last time to see that little girl there die too. After that you are given a choice, join us or become our sacrifice. It’s harmless really. You were never meant to lead a normal life anyway. Chosen by birth…” My head became silent. That’s it. They’re just freaks. They deserve it. My heart grew cold as ice. “Who chose me?” I didn’t get an answer. Six faceless men were approaching me from all sides. No one is going to die anymore. Not for me, not ever. I will protect her. Rage darkened my eyes. I launched myself at one of the men and pushed my hand in his neck. From all sides the men were pulling at me to keep me away, but I kept pushing. The man stopped moving and I started to kick and punch all the people around me. I fought for my life. I fought for hers. My hands were covered in blood and one by one I saw the men die because of me. And it felt… Good. Somewhere in between a wide grin started growing on my face as my vision faded away more and more by the redness in my eyes. Before I knew it there was only one left. The man moved quickly, grabbed me and held me in a lock. I struggled and fought, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t break free. Some of my own sense started coming back and I could only think of her again. I started to yell. If he won, she would die. “Alice!” She opened her eyes. Everywhere she looked she saw blood and death. Tears started running down her face. “Alice! Run!” She looked up at me. “I can’t…” “Run and never come back! This is our secret! Whatever you do don’t come to find me, ever! Promise me you won’t!” She doubted. “But…” “Promise me!” I screamed at her. Loudly crying the girl ran away towards the hill. “I… Promise!” I kicked the min in his stomach and bit his arms. I did everything possible to stall him as much as possible and minutes later the girl was gone. I had broken free from his arms, but I saw no chance to run. I smiled and let out a relieved sigh. She was safe. I looked at the man and the energy started flowing out of my body. All the will I had before started to disappear without a trace. A grin appeared on his face as he approached and slowly he started showing more human features. “No more running now sweety…” Something in his voice sounded familiar. The rage in my eyes made room for a clear view. The man in front of me did have a face. It was my father. Confusion could be seen in my expression, but before I had the chance to talk he did. “Why? You want to know that right? Well, like we said. It’s just for fun. You were made for our amusement from the very start. Why do you think your colour was always purple? Are you starting to remember already?” Flashes of my memories appeared in my head. I saw my father, holding my hand, leading me to that basement and giving me something to drink. “Make me proud.” He had said. I looked at him as rage started to blind started to blind my eyes again. Without thinking I pushed my foot forward into his stomach. I threw him on the ground and I started hitting. “18 years! You raised me to be killed for 18 years long!” Tears ran down my face, but I didn’t stop. My fists started hurting, but I didn’t stop. Even when his body stopped moving I kept on hitting him. Somewhere in between, right before my body collapsed from exhaustion, I lost myself. Forever.

Hello everyone! It took me a long time to finish this final part, baucause I wanted so much to happen in it 😛 But finally! I finished it 😀 I’m actually really proud of myself for this because this is the first time I actually pushed through and I finished my very first short story! (One that’s short and not tiny, and doesn’t leave more questions than anwsers, that is xD) I think this will be the first of many, because ever since I started this blog, I’ve started to discover my passion for writing more and more 😀

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