The Lilith

The conclusion of a two-parts story...Part I is right here.

Lucifer was superior in many ways to any being ever created by the creator. But as aware of this and as brilliant as he was, he was also hated, feared, despised, cast away from anything and anyone. Jealousy, hatred, dreadfulness, all these things were targeted against him, because of his qualities. Unfortunately, Lucifer began to defend against these things in a wrong way. Instead of using his superior existence to rise above these petty attacks, he instead chose to fight fire with fire. As he was hated, he too began to hate. Anyone and anything. As he was despised, so did he despised everything that existed and anything that he could perceive with his mind. As he was feared for being different, so was he afraid of everything that was not like him. As he was cast away from everything, so did he choose to be isolated from everything, including those things that made him special in the first place.

The creator stood worried way above this dreadful conflict that he himself had created by giving birth both to Lucifer and to mankind. He created them all and had put them in the same place without realizing that they could never coexist. His avatar of perfection would never be a part of the world, that was clear. He was also disappointed that beyond all that superiority and higher understanding of things, Lucifer still had those flaws that mankind also had. They actually gave them to him. And Lucifer, as powerful and as wise as he was, could not resist mankind's wretched nature. And he became a lone being. The creator himself placed him far away, hoping that all this struggle will cease to exist. Once more...he was wrong.

Seeing there is no end to his own doings, he began thinking of creating a partner for Lucifer, someone who could complete him, someone who could be his real half, his only meaning in his damned eternal existence. But instead of simply creating a new being, similar to his first avatar, he instead chose to give those gifts of perfection to a human being. Carelessly he picked a innocent girl called Lilith and blew into her all that Lucifer already had. The creator was once more happy with his methods, not realizing that he was at fault once more for the fate of these helpless beings.

Lilith was given to Lucifer and for a while, our hero felt for the first time what it means to belong to somewhere and someone. He discovered love, a thing so strong and magnificent that it made him feel like a god. He once more rediscovered his beautiful nature, his superior understanding, his genius condition. His whole existence raised to higher grounds, fulfilling everything that was every asked in him.
At first, Lilith indeed seemed to be the perfect companion for our hero. But she was not really that perfect being that Lucifer was. She was merely human, a human gifted with all these strange notions that could not really set in her mind. As time passed, she began to feel overwhelmed by everything. By Lucifer's company, by her own qualities that were enforced into her by the creator. As fast as she rose, she did fall. Her light shut down so quickly that poor Lucifer didn't even had the chance to cry for her.

Lilith was consumed by all that knowledge, all that power, all that superiority - too much for a simple human being - that she just simply ceased to exist. Enraged, our hero once more cursed his creator for this cruel illusion. Hate, fear. They all came back. He hated mankind for their weaknesses but in the same time he feared them for having the ability to trick him and making him feel peaceful for a while. He began to perceive serenity as his weakness, one that he tried from there on - not to give in again.

The creator failed to see his mistake once more and instead chose to pick up another Lilith and give her all those gifts, quickly sending her to Lucifer. Our poor hero proved to be too weak to withstand the tempting offer to live with someone who seemed to be like him. And he was once more happy and fulfilled, just to break into ashes moments later as the new Lilith followed the path of the old one. This brought more and more hatred. More and more fear. But the creator did not care. He simply kept creating new Liliths and kept giving them to Lucifer, not realizing what a monster he is creating by putting our hero through this tormented nightmare.

Lucifer turned mad. Everything that was good and ideal in him ceased to exist. He turned into something new, something horrible, corrupted by the pain and sorrow that was caused to him. His powers grew and began to spread like a plague, controlling more and more of the mankind. And his powers that were unleashed brought only disasters, wars, deaths, everything that was vile and wretched began to exist because of him. Meanwhile, he would still enjoy, for moments only, the Liliths that the creator brought him.
And this went on for a while...

One day, the creator watched mankind and saw the pinnacle of disaster. He also saw Lucifer, stronger as ever, feeding off from all the misfortunes of the world. Enraged by his own failure, the creator decided to stop it all, decided to terminate these monsters that he had created. He only needed a single thought and all would have been over. He watched speechlessly how his thought did not turn to reality, that everything just kept on existing, although he had wished otherwise. What was going on?
His powers were done. His creations grew more powerful than he ever was. And there was nothing that he could do to stop them. Lucifer and mankind would just torment each other for an eternity and all was the creator's doing.

Nothing happened. Everything simply went on.



To be continued with other stories, in another context...at another time.

The Lucifer

A two-parts story...

He was more than a man. He thought of himself a true miracle of creation and whatever or whoever brought him to life, it made him different in every way to any other being that the world had ever seen. His gifts were many for he was defined through them. And for each of them he was grateful and happy to posses them.

His superiority came from a great amount of greater and lesser qualities that were also found in others. But beyond all these qualities, there was one that mostly stood out and that was his wisdom. For whatever reason he could see the world different from others. He could understand things differently, see everything in a different light and in the end he managed to judge everything in a better way. Or so he thought.

He was not necessarily better than anyone else for he was not born to be perfect. Perfection was a goal that maybe he could have achieved, had he wished for it, but by all means - that was not his goal in life. His goal was far simpler but far more difficult to achieve. He was given a free mind, a free will and the potential to do anything he wished to. And the world was placed at his feet for him to follow his own path.

He was full of flaws but most importantly it was that he knew all about them. He would always recognize his mistakes, his weaknesses and he would draw different teachings from his own actions in order for him to be better. His own path was characterized through all the decisions good or bad that he made. And that's how he lived, always trying to feed his hunger that came from his passion. But nothing was that simple.

Because life was filled with more than his passions and wishes that just waited to be fulfilled and discovered. No. He also had to deal with people. And he was happy for it because others seemed to be and look just like him. And for some time he really felt like he belonged. Unfortunately his true nature would show up eventually and his wisdom would get the better of him, taking him in places where others could not follow.

Some understood him but others despised him, isolated him, making him feel out of place and alone. Mankind had its flaws, one of them being that they were meant to hate whatever they could not understand. And so our hero often felt alone for he really was. He began to realize that this world that was given to him was not meant for him at all and that maybe he did not have a place in here. With nowhere to go he could only isolate himself from the others, being careful to sometimes interact for the sake of it while feeding off his passions that made him special but that also killed him from the inside.

His creator watched how unhappy and lost our hero was. In a fit of anger he cast him away, considering him unworthy and being mad of his inability to adapt to this world that was created for him. The creator did not realize that the flaw was in himself and that the genius that he thought he had created had to be alone forever because of his wisdom. Because that made him out of the ordinary, out of the world.
Our hero had to leave the world and spend alone all the time that it was given to him, suffering because of his unfair fate. More than that, he became a symbol for the ordinary men. He became the avatar of everything that was bad and evil.

Such concepts do not born out of nowhere but are created by others and given away. And so did your hero became wretched, evil because of the world that was originally meant to have him. Mankind despised him without really remembering why, destroying his destiny forever.

They even gave him a name.

Windows 7 vă salută !

Salut, eu sunt pc-ul lui Ştefan, de asemenea unul dintre cei mai buni prieteni ai lui. Ne ştim de ceva timp, având în vedere că eu am reprezentat cadoul lui de admitere la liceu. Am fost un cadou costisitor dar care nu a dezamăgit vreodată şi mi-am făcut mereu treaba cu brio.

Dar precum probabil că ştiţi, viaţa unui computer nu este foarte îndelungată cu toată tehnologia asta care avansează aşa de repede. De ceva timp apăruseră jocuri pe care eu nu le puteam rula şi asta-l frustra pe Ştefan pentru că se obişnuise ca eu să-i pot rula orice joc şi-ar fi dorit. Dar a continuat să ţină la mine, să nu mă forţeze şi să aibă grijă de mine.

În decembrie 2011, Ştefan a strâns bani special pentru mine şi mi-a cumpărat două cadouri foarte frumoase. Mi-a luat o placă video nouă şi de asemenea încă o memorie RAM. Astfel că acum sunt mai capabil la jocuri şi mult, mult mai rapid. De două ori mai rapid. De asemenea mi-a dat hăinuţe noi. Am renunţat la bunul şi bătrânul Windows XP şi am trecut şi noi ca oamenii mari pe Windows 7. Şi totul e grozav. Mă simt ca-n tinereţe, ca în 2006 când eram o piesă de ultimă generaţie, un adevărat avion. Sigur că există în continuare computere mai bune decât mine dar eu totuşi nu voi dezamăgi, deşi vârsta şi unele piese nu mă avantajează.

Placa video e grozavă. La fel şi Windows 7. Acum vă puteţi aştepta din nou de la Ştefan la review-uri la cele mai noi jocuri. Imposibilul a devenit (chiar dacă doar pentru scurt timp) posibil.

P.S. Am chiar şi diacritice. :)

Ceaţa

(se pare că inspiraţia mi-e dezlănţuită)


Nu cunoşti cu adevărat durerea până nu o experimentezi la maxim. Doar atunci când viaţa ta se răstoarnă cu totul, când ceea ce ieri ţi se părea firesc şi banal astăzi devine un lux pe care nu-l mai poţi avea. Nu vorbesc de durerea fizică ci de cea sufletească. Atunci când simţi că ceva se rupe din tine, când vocea ţi-a rămas blocată în gât, braţele-ţi sunt grele şi moi, capul îţi vâjâie şi tot ce vrei să faci este să urli, să dai tot afară, să te răzbuni pe lumea întreagă pentru nedreptatea ta. Vrei ca furia ta să nu cunoască margini şi vrei să nu se termine niciodată. Problema este că la sfârşitul zilei nimic nu se va schimba. Moartea se va holba la tine, sfidătoare şi-ţi va spune că degeaba te dai cu capul de toţi pereţii. Degeaba ameninţi şi ţipi. Ea nu se mai întoarce iar tu nu poţi face nimic în legătură cu asta.

Amintirile-mi devin neclare de fiecare dată când încerc să mă gândesc la ea. Constat cu groază că pe măsură ce timpul trece, pare că toate acele momente trec în uitare. O altă ispravă a Morţii. După ce mi-a zâmbit nonşalant şi mi-a sfidat sentimentele şi durerea acum mă supune chinului groaznic de a uita, de a mă trimite tot mai mult în viitor şi de a mă face să îmbătrânesc. Se spune că timpul le vindecă pe toate. E o prostie, zic eu. Timpul nu vindecă nimic. Rănile rămân acolo, înrădăcinate adânc. Tot ce face timpul este să aşeze o coajă aspră şi groasă pe deasupra. La început e acolo, o ştii. O vezi, o simţi. Apoi bucata se catifelează şi durerea dispare pe moment. Când realizezi că acum ceva timp aveai ceva acolo...ceva care a dispărut, atunci rana îţi trimite un semnal.
Da, sunt încă aici, îngropată. Dar încă sângerez. Poate chiar mai mult decât la început. Doar că tu nu o ştii. Dar te voi face să nu uiţi. Nu vei putea trece niciodată peste.


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Pe plajă bate vântul...

(Pentru că simţeam nevoia să scriu din nou. Ca-n vremurile bune. Enjoy!)


Suspine

Pe plajă bate vântul. Un vânt rece şi puternic. Marea pare furioasă. Parcă ar şti ce urmează să se întâmple. Parcă ar vrea să protesteze, să-şi mărească grandoarea şi să ne cuprindă pe toţi în braţele ei. Să ne răcorească, să ne elibereze, să oprească tot răul din lume. Ar fi frumos, aş aprecia serenitatea şi frumuseţea ei. Ba chiar aş îmbrăţişa-o. Aş lăsa-o să mă ducă departe de ţărm, să mă poarte prin toate căile ei neştiute. Şi când ar termina cu mine...aş vrea să nu-mi mai rămână decât un zâmbet.
Nu mai simt frigul. A rămas doar frica. Şi culmea, nu mi-e frică de ceea ce va urma ci de necunoscut. Cum va fi oare nimicul? Negru? Alb? Se va auzi ceva? Aş vrea să se audă. Îmi place foarte mult muzica...Aş vrea să ascult o vioară!


Cândva în viitor... Anul 2xyz.

Mi se pare ironic că oricât ar pretinde omenirea că a avansat, întotdeauna vor exista cele mai primitive şi sălbatice şocuri demne de cele mai mizerabile creaturi. Căci omul chiar este cel mai teribil animal care a pus vreodată piciorul pe această lume. De asemenea, nu ştiu dacă faptul că uneori mai conştientizăm şi admitem aspectul ăsta ar trebui să ne facă se ne simţim mai bine, mai înţelepţi...sau ar trebui să ne înfioare şi să privim cu teamă la monstruozitatea propriei noastre existenţe.
În momentul când într-adevăr se întâmplă ceva rău, nimeni nu conştientizează pe moment oribilitatea lucrului, aspectul său tulburător. Poate este adrenalina. Poate este frica. Sau poate doar ne acceptăm soarta şi admitem că am avut ghinionul să ne naştem într-o perioadă ce va marca o nouă cicatrice pe faţa omenirii. Aceasta va fi probabil cea mai adâncă şi urâtă de până acum.

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Jurnal de Bucureşti 5 - A Bug's Life

Rămăsesem să vă spun ce-am păţit. Micuţii ăştia precum cel de mai sus mai apăreau anul trecut din când în când prin camera mea din Titan. Dar pentru că aspiram regulat şi păstram o curăţenie decentă, vedeam unul, maxim doi pe săptămână. Şi majoritatea erau pe lângă chiuvetă, unde era umezeală, arareori se aventurau în cameră. Traiul în Titan era decent spre bun. Camera era mulţumitoare din multe puncte de vedere.

Mai nasol era cu baia inter-belică de pe hol cu care unii locatari aveau tendinţe de urangutani retardaţi. Ah, şi mai pica internetul din când în când. Dar trăiam comod şi îmi faceam treaba.
În vară, când a trebuit să plec, situaţia gândacilor se înrăutăţise puţin dar am pus-o pe seama faptului ca nici eu nu mai faceam aşa aprig curat, urmând să plec acasă în câteva zile. Mă gândeam că (se vorbea şi de o posibilă renovare a căminului) totul se va rezolva până la toamnă. Noua conducere părea pusă pe fapte mari.

Duminică am ajuns în Bucureşti. Cu tata. Cu maşina plină de tot ce am eu nevoie. PC, chitară, haine, cărţi. Toate lucrurile mele dragi de pe lumea asta. Mare mi-a fost mirarea când am văzut starea deplorabilă în care ajunsese căminul. Vechea mea camera era acum ocupată de trei inşi dubioşi care făcuseră neagră carpeta bej de la intrare (adusă de mine). Nimic nu mai arăta cum mi-aduceam aminte, doar bietul fridgider şi cuptorul cu microunde, lăsate acolo pentru a nu le căra înapoi când va fi momentul. Buun. .Mi-a fost dată o altă cameră. E ok, zic eu. O iau de la capăt. Camera cea nouă o voi face la fel ca pe cea veche.

Tata s-a îmbolnăvit când a văzut numărul uriaş de gândaci care răsărea de unde nu te aşteptai în noua cameră. Am găsit insecte şi în marginea de la cuptorul cu microunde. Sub pat, sub saltea, în dulap, sub covor etc. Cu inima în dinţi a luat aspiratorul şi a facut locul cât de cât locuibil. Noul meu coleg de cameră însă părea oarecum amuzat de eforturile noastre de a face locul decent. N-am nimic cu el, l-am cunoscut de prea puţin timp ca să ştiu ce-i bate capul dar modul lui de viaţă era deplorabil. Ignoranţa şi mizeria în care stătea m-a cutremurat. Sper să nu prindă vreo boală din locul ăla sinistru. Chiar sper.

Dar atitudinea lui de "oricum de ăştia nu scapi" (gândacii) şi "mizerie se face oricum că eşti la cămin" m-a lăsat în dubii. Cu toate astea am dormit cât de cât relaxat. Dimineaţă când m-am trezit colegul plecase deja la muncă. Eu dau să mă ridic din pat, văd o arătare pe perete, o plesnesc şi dau să-mi iau ce-mi trebuie din dulap, să-mi fac igiena de dimineaţă. Prieteni...dulapul colcăia de gândaci. Primul instinct este de frică, nervi...na, te chinui o zi întreagă să faci curat ca să-i vezi întorşi peste noapte...Da, dar curăţasem doar patul meu, doar dulapul meu, doar partea mea de cameră. Iar dragul de coleg trăia într-o mizerie cruntă. Evident că din dulapul lui veniseră înapoi în al meu.

 Am zis să mă calmez. Am nevoie la baie. Dau să descui uşa cu cheia. Şoc! Nu se potriveşte. Administratora îmi dăduse cheia greşită cu o zi înainte iar eu (cap sec) n-am verifcat-o . Era ora 7 dimineaţa şi tanti venea în două ore. Două ore prins într-o camera ce acum arăta infiorător de mică, infestată cu gândaci. Criză, nervi, telefoane date la cei dragi ca să caut puţină alinare şi să mai treacă timpul. Până la urmă am zis să dau piept cu dracul şi să curăţ acolo unde tata nu-şi permisese, colegul fiind în cameră.

Am găsit sub patul şi salteaua lui două cuiburi. Sute! care se plimbau fericiţi pe-acolo în timp ce el dormea. De la puiuţi până la cele mai scârboase exemplare pe care le-am văzut vreodată. Sub covorul de lângă patul lui mai era un cuib cu arătări de toate formele şi mărimile. I-am aspirat pe toţi cei care mi-au ieşit în cameră şi apoi am dat cu soluţia cumpărată de mama de la veterinar (folosită de profesionişti cică).

Între timp ameţita de administrator venise la muncă. M-a descuiat din cameră şi a văzut şi ea că nu mergea cheia. Ca să vezi surpriză...M-a întrebat cu superioritate de ce-s hainele mele pe pat. I-am spus că dulapul e infestat cu gândaci. A tăcut şi a plecat în treaba ei.

 Am uitat să spun, deşi colegul trăia într-un jeg total, îşi încuiase dulapul ca vezi doamne să nu-i fur eu ceva. Aşa că n-am putut umbla să curăţ la el. Dar am scos tot ce aveam la mine, am scuturat hainele, le-am pus în pat şi le-am acoperit bine cu pilota şi am dezinfectat (din nou) dulapul. Am intoxicat camera cu soluţie pe unde am apucat şi am plecat la facultate.

După-amiază am vizitat vila pentru studenţi unde era cazat un prieten. Mi-au arătat locul. Încântător. Locaţia destul de accesibilă, condiţii de lux...în fine asta o să vă povestesc în alt articol. Vorbesc cu ai mei, mă îndeamnă să bat palma cu noua locaţie şi să plec cât mai repede din Titan. Bun. Ajung pe la cămin (încă nu se întunecase). Constat cu surprindere şi plăcere - niciun picior de insectă. Un pic înviorat mă schimb şi ies la o bere pe Lipscani. Ajung înapoi pe la 10.
 They're back! S-a lăsat întunericul, au ieşit din dulapul ferecat al colegului şi şi-au reluat traiul fericit în memoria rudelor pierdute dimineaţă. Am zis că renunţ. Când ai un coleg de cameră e o luptă pierdută daca nu lupţi în echipă ci doar de unul singur. Am început să-mi strâng lucrurile.

Ajuns târziu de la muncă, i-am spus colegului ce am găsit sub salteaua lui, sub pat, lângă pat...a ridicat indiferent din umeri : "De ăştia nu scapi..." şi şi-a văzut de treaba lui (care însemna să-şi butoneze telefonul sau să bea o cafea mizerabilă făcută alături de gândaci). L-am lăsat în pace. I-am spus că mă mut. A întrebat de ce. Am inventat ceva...mi-era teamă că dacă se află că am găsit în altă parte n-o să îmi mai recuperez banii de pe cazarea din Titan. Satisfacţia mea a fost mută.

Apoi a doua zi m-am mutat în ceea ce cred că este cea mai bună cazare din Bucureşti. Preţul este măricel dar corect până la ultimul leuţ ţinând cont de toate facilităţile şi condiţiile care îmi par uneori mai ceva ca ce mă aşteaptă acasă la Constanţa.
A doua zi am aşteptat două ore în Titan să-mi recuperez banii (minus zilele "locuite"). De ce două ore? Casieriţa plecase la bancă sau la piaţă...n-am înţeles exact. I-am luat şi n-am mai privit înapoi. Sper sincer să nu revin în Titan decât ca să vizitez parcul.

Da. Şi acest nou început de an universitar a fost la fel de dramatic precum cel trecut. Oare când mă voi învăţa minte?

Just another star

They were both staring at the sky. It was rather weird for them to sit like that without speaking. it was also getting late. A bit too late... They both knew that but they were too tensed to try and break the silence.
Finally, Ryan spole:
"Well I guess it can't be helped !"
She threw a fierce and angry look at him.
"C'mon Jess, he cried, it's not like we can control this thing."
"This is all your fault" she almost yelled at him.
"It's not like you would make a compromise for this to be over. And I totally understand that - I wouldn't either.
Another moment of total silence. Then came Jess' turn to speak:
"But I don't want us to go to different colleges, to different states. It would be a sudden end to everything."
"I don't like it either, but it's about our dreams - after they come true, we'll be seeing each other more often. Cross my heart and hope to die - you'll still be my best friend."
Suddenly she kissed him on the cheek.
"That was new!...and sweet!" said Ryan.
Jess smiled at him and they both watched a falling star.

The star looked senseless at them. Although she passed near them in less than five seconds, she heard the whole conversation.

Hundreds of miles farther, she saw another interesting scene. Miles was ready to blow into his 16-shaped candle. He looked around. Dozens of persons...they all hugged him, smiled at him, bought him presents but he couldn't tell which person he really knew that better...as a friend, a true one. Everybody was there because of his mother, not because of him. He felt nothing but sadness and lonelyness.

But there were so many guests...the star could not understand why Miles felt that way.
She moved on faster, feeling the head growing higher and higher.

Then she saw Chris. Chris was bursting into tears as he saw his father leave...probably forever. He had the painful sensation that it was all his fault, although it was not true.
The star was intrigued. How could money (as she knew that was the reason) be more important than his own child? She didn't understand the mixed feelings that she saw and how could something like that be so important to those people.

Then it ended. She bursted into fire leaving nothing but dust. Dust and a confussed perception on human feelings. There seemed to have all the time in the world, not rushing anywhere and still they suffered - they still weren't happy.
"How come?" - she asked just before nothingness came.

A short ha,ha!

The following text is a pamphlet and must be treated likewise.

Romania beware! Comunism lives again. It is true, and it is happening as we speak - I mean - as you read what I wrote.
The last remnants of the dark reign that ruled Romania for so many years - have risen once more to show the young romanian students how life was before 1989. Not only that they've gained control over our highschool, they are already making drastic changes to make the life of the students more and more miserable.
Isn't it ironic how such an old and appearently stupid symbol that once represented the romanian student can resurrect and give you chills? How stupid is it to wear a tie in a 21st century highschool? How stupid is it to be forced to wear that? Well...appearently not stupid enough.

Yesterday was the 15th of October. 1 month of school has already passed and yesterday you couldn't have wondered why the hell is the school entrance so crowded. It was the first day from many to come, when the school uniform became compulsory.
Either the school principal or the administrator - guard the entrance and ask the students to take out their jackets and show their uniforms (which is actually composed from a white shirt, a redish tie and "as normal as possible" jeans).
-You do have the uniform? Congratulations, then enter the school and have a nice day. But I'm sure the node on your tie is not quite perfect. And where's your grey pullover? I know I said it was optional, but I want to see it. NOW!
-You don't have the uniform? Leave now and never come back. Be gone from these lands. Unless you leave now, we will imprison you. Then, your whole family will have to suffer from your foolishness. We will hunt them down!

No really, if you don't have the uniform you are sent back home!
I described all of these to my mother and she said this is very much like it was in the comunism era, when one would verify your "matricola" before you enter school.
How ironic. The picture/symbol of Calinescu which is drawn on our ties looks a lot like Ceausescu, if you see it from a far. That's kind of creepy.

At the end of the day, as you feel a bit humiliated and very unconfortable in those penguin clothes - you start to wonder...why?
Pink Floyd (see the picture above) had a very wise phrase :
WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION !

We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all its just another brick in the wall.

P.S. Was this too drastic? Well, it is a pamphlet. I'm sorry for any possible grammar mistakes. I am very tired these days.

Estranged

"Come on! What? Why not? Ah, I give up!"

She turned her back at him, posing in a very, very angry stance. He glanced at her with a very relaxed, yet preoccupied expression on his face. He started to become bored of her...way of insisting. Afterall, it was his own business in this situation, why did she even cared? He groaned suddenly. It was stupid of him to think like that after all they've been through. He turned at her but she was already there, waiting for him to say something.

"Chloe, listen..." he said quietly "I don't see how this is going to help. I mean...what if I don't even like the guy? It's just...I'm sure that I don't need him. I'm grown-up now!"
"Just because you turned 18 last month doesn't turn you into a grown-up!"
Chloe looked at him. It was like she tried to enter his mind and just change his way of thinking. She saw a change in his eyes, and she knew what it meant...
"Ah, you're just jealous that you're only 17" and he laughed.
They used to do jokes like that all the time. At home or at school, they would always laugh together.
"You're acting like a baby" she cried
"...and you're acting like a grown-up. But guess what, you're not! Now could you stop this? I thought we came here to relax."
He lied down on the edge of the drinking fountain in the park, enjoying the drops of water that cooled his face.
"Fine!" she answered angrily. "I'm leaving!"
"What? I don't get a see ya soon kiss?"
She didn't answer. But he carried on:
"So, you're not my girlfriend anymore?"
Chloe threw a terrible look at him and left. He still wanted to tell her : "Hey, we just had our first fight! Let's celebrate! " but he stopped. "Enough joking for today" he thought.

Two hours later, he found himself in his bedroom, just staring at his desk, at all those papers. He choose one, shorter than a letter, jumped in his bed, on his back - and started read it, probably for the 500th time...

Owen,
I'm sorry to hear about your mother. ...A terrible loss... . Now...I know I really didn't had the opportunity to meet you and we only talked through letters (well...at least I talked) but I would really like to meet you. Just tell me when and where...

With love,
your Dad

Sadness covered his thoughts again. He remembered of the hard month he had. How his mother became ill, hours after his birthday party ended. They all thought she was just tired but day after day she was more and more weakned. The doctors found the problem too late and all they could do was wait! If it wasn't for Chloe, Owen would have gone mad for sure.

That's what he thought. He threw away the note and turned on the music.
It is said that music makes things to move, to live...Music sometimes has something magic.It's not always like that...
"Estranged" by Guns N'Roses started to sing. Was it fate? Just the luck of the draw? Well, it did not mattered. It mattered that the lyrics haunted Owen:

"When you're talkin' to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
ALONE!"

"What do you know?" screamed Owen at the CD player, bursting in tears. "You don't even sing anymore!" [Alone!] whispered the song.

"Well I jumped into the river too many times
to make it home
I'm out here on my own, and drifting all alone
If it doesn't show, give it time
To read between the lines
Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We've ever known's here..."

Owen got out of the bed and reached the telephone. He dialed slowly and waited...

*

Chloe was reading when the cell rang. She answered very quietly. After 1 minute she ended:
"I'm glad you've taken the right decision. I love you!"

"I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've known's here
I never wanted her to die."

*

The sun opened its eyes over the note, which was splashed with tears. The phone showed the last number dialed. And it was not Chole's...

Smile

I am dead .I am dead for it is impossible to be alive .I died ,that's for sure - the plane crashed - so how is it possible that I can still breathe ? Oh, yes ! They brought me back to life .So unfair of them .One that had suffered like I did was not one that would wish to stay alive.

The flight was preparing to take off when I heard a sweet laugh. There was this cute little girl and her parents .They looked like a young and happy family .Well...appearently there was a problem with the tickets and the little girl had to stay next to my seat . "Fine to me " I said ... I even offered her my seat near the window ,which she accepted .Oh, the fool of me .

I looked at this girl. She was very tall for her age and slim too .She had curly black hair and shiny dark eyes .She really was a beautiful young lady .She also had this shirt on her with Barney, the purple dinosaur on which she was very proud of.

I fell asleep after a while .When I woke up ,she was still there. She smiled to me ...that was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. After that ,the luggage trunk fell and hit me in the head .The plane was going down .I tried to move... on my left ,the girl was no more ,only a piece of her shirt.

After the accident I found-out her name... Madelaine. I even asked for a picture from her parents - and I keep Madelaine with me all the time ,knowing that I could have saved her life.Looking at the picture I began to know her better and better and we became friends .Yes ,that's Madelaine ,my best friend I ever had !

And I ask once more ... how is it possible for me to be alive if I can talk to her ? How?

Rain

They were one in front of the other .Everything was so quiet around them that they could almost hear each other's breath and heart-beat.
The brothers were staring at each other .The thunder looked with his blue-shiny eyes upon the slim silouhette of his brother .He was so calm .His blonde flowny hair covered his face ,which seemed to be very tamned ,almost redish .His skin was so smooth ,his face so simply-pleasent.

Lightning looked back through dark-emerald eyes at his bald brother and smiled .He could read jealosy on the thunder's face which looked so tired and overwhelmed .It was so round and wrinkled - while he knew that he was handsome .He had beauty in his palms while his brother was deaf.

Hatred - it was flowing in the air as the two began the battle.

Rain started to pour down.

Tears in the dark

Silence.Everything was silent. The wind spoke secret words ,talking with the trees. The ancient guardians of nature responded with a sad dance.With their twigs they were weaving to the moon.

Tonight,the moon was only a princess. She had a bittersweet smile on her face, watching over the girl that was crying near the lake.Now, the girl was a true queen of the night .Her feelings were dreadful .From the deepness of her eyes ,the most unwanted an unnamed feeling was making her to tremble .There were tears ,blue-eyed tears.And it was so sad to see such a lovely girl crying. But her sadness made her beautiful.She was as mirifique as a godess.

It seemed as if the wind had mercy of her ,not disturbing her dramatic pose ,only caressing gently her golden hair. From the place where she dropped tears ,the lake was kindling a shimmering light that made her beautiful eyes to glow.

Later after that ,her face became dry. She just sat there ,listening the misterious songs that the wind and the lake were performing.
Then she saw the necklace that she was holding.She completely forgot about it. About him...A shivering memory made her cry again .Her soul was ripping apart,with the whole nature consuming her love.
She turned her eyes to the moon.
And nothing was peaceful again...

Shadow - a story

He was trembling...although the fire danced softly in his fireplace,he could feel his skin being rough and his muscles being contracted.He threw a quick look outside the window.There was a strong wind blowing but nothing else

But still...he was afraid.Because what the old man said to him was not too far from the truth.The old man said that those that made terrible things, and did not confess nor paid for their sins,shall face,tonight,the real,not bling f - face of justice.

He knew that he made these terrible things. In fact,it was just one but so sinful thing.He kept thinking at that girl ,and could not believed how cold-blooded he was then.How he kidnapped her , raped her , killed her and finally burned her to dust ,so that no one could ever find-out. He hadn't had nightmares ,nor any concious struggling. But today,when he heard the old man...He started to wonder...what is justice ,and why isn't it blind ? And why couldn't he fight this justice ?

Knock , knock , knock. Someone...or something was at the door .Was it the justice? If so..he would fight it. YES! He would strike back till his last breath.So instead of opening the door(although the knocks were hitting the door harder and harder) he went to the wardrobe and grabbed the knife. His hands were all sweaty and the blade still had the blood of the girl on it.

Knock , Knock , Knock !!!
"Go to Hell ! " he screamed.Then he cut the air with the knife trying to breath more deeply to calm himself.
The knocks stopped.It was finally over,he thought.But then he saw this strange ,dark sillhoutte, The fire disappeard. He just knew someone's there...
"Who are you?"
A gentle,warm voice spoke:
"Oh,I have quite many names .I have been known troughout history as Shadowstep,Shadowmere,Creepind Death.You could call me whatever you would like."
"I would like you to go away !"
"Oh ,no! Not yet! Let me tell you something ,then I'll go,without doing you any harm.I promise you! "
"No. You go ,now ! " he said,pushing the knife forwards.
"Please ,don't be foolish ! I have killed the whole Egypt ,burned Sodoma and Gomora from their grounds.Do you think your pathetic knife,spilled with the blood of on innocent girl could put me down ?"
"So what are you? God's agent? "
"I am His wrath ,yes! Now listen..."
"You will kill me!"
"I won't...I am not real ,I am just a shadow.Isn't not? No living person knows about me."
"The old man knew..."
"Hm...I am Him! I just wanted you to be prepared. Now listen...

Next morning,the police entered his house.
"What happened here?" the detective asked.
"This man is dead...he also left a note..."
"Cause of the death?"
"Unknown.He had this knife with him,but no wound,no sickness,no affecticons,like a heart-attack,no nothing."
"What does the note say?"

I confess that I killed ms.D
Now I will die,because I don't want anyone else to get infected by the Plague of the Shadow,of the Creeping Death.
I apologise for my sins.
Beware of the Shadows!

The detective stood still.
"I think the guy was taking drugs,if you ask me..."said the officer.

Beware of the Shadows!

Why ?...

The wind was whispering unknown words,slowlymas the darkness of the night was fading.The cemetery looked peaceful...no sound,no living being,just the death flowing around.Suddenly,a crow came from nowhere,draw some circles in the air and landed on a tomb stone.It was the tomb of the first man ever burried in this graveyard.On his tomb stone was written:

"Benjamin Breeg ?-1969 " and just a word : Why?

There was no message ,no cry,just the "Why?" and the crow.
The gravedigger,who at that hour was usually standing outside on his old bench,watching that great yellow eye,which was the moon,was now sleeping in his kiosk.He usually enjoyed staying outside at this hour,because he could see a normal human being.Bruce Harper ,that was.Since his mother passed awat,one week ago,he would come everynight around dusk,when he was sure that Papa Het was left for good in Dreamworld.
Papa Het would not let him visit the cemetery ."It's bad for you" ,he said.So every nigh,Bruce would come,assuring himself that his father was asleep,went to the cemetery,kneeled-down before the tomb stone of Margaret Harper and stayed peaceful for a couple of minutes.
But tonight ,Bruce did not went directly near his mother.He could not help it,staring at the tomb stone of Benjamin Breeg on which was now written a message:

"Benjamin Breeg - Here lies a man about whom little is known"
The crow was still there,minding his own business.He looked careless as the boy was approaching.Then he flew away,as a hand went-up from the ground,gripped Bruce and pulled him down.
That happened so fast,that Bruce could only close his eyes and then open them again.He was now founding himself in a strange place,like a...living room.On a couch was this man,probably in his 50's .He stood up when Bruce looked at him.He invited the boy to sit and Bruce would not say no:
"I am Benjamin Breeg" the man said. " Now...
Let me tell you 'bout my life,
Let me tell you 'bout my dreams,
Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, always real to me.
Let me tell you of my hope, of my need to reach the sky,
Let me take you on an awkward journey, let me tell you why."

And Bruce listened as Benjamin Breeg told his story.In his youth he decided to become a writer,a poet...But his work did not went well...He had not only a lack of words but a lack of food.
"So I sold my soul " he said ." I asked for words in exchange of my soul .And I got what I wanted ".
Breeg became popular between the literature papers.His poems were well written...shooking,morbid but they were pieces of art.Then someone discovered his secret.Hard to say how,but he was caught and killed...and finally sent to Hell.

"Why should these curses be laid upon me,
I won't be forgiven 'til I can break free,
What did I do to deserve all this guilt,
Pay for my sins, for the sale of my soul.

Demons are trapped all inside of my head,
My hopes have gone, reach for heaven from hell,
My sins are many, my guilt is too heavy,
The pressure of knowing of having what I now?

I'm able to see things, things that I don't wanna see,
The lies of a thousand souls weigh heavy down on me

I know they're crying for help reaching out
The burden of them will take me down as well
The sin of a thousand souls knocked out in vain
Reincarnate of me live again

Someone to save me,
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell! "

" I've chose you,Bruce ! " Breeg said scarly as the boy got three steps back.
"You will grant me the exist from Hell back to Earth,so I can live and breath.You shall remain in this furnal forever.
Bruce was shocked.Then he heard a strange noise coming from above.Someone was digging the tomb...Breeg gripped Bruce on his neck and started to chocke him.Bits of mud started to fall into the tomb as a shovel was making place...for an exit.The saver took Bruce on his hand as Breeg was trying to pull him back .
"Leave the boy alone,you devil ! " a voice muttered.
"Darn you !" Breeg screamed as he lost Bruce from his hands.
The boy was back on Earth .The gravedigger(who saved him) smiled to him in an ugly portrait.He was no man...rather a zombie.But he looked friendlier than Breeg.
"And you are ?..." Bruce asked.
"Ed the Head,at your service" he bound before the boy.
It was dawn...Sun was getting out again.
On the tomb stone was now written:

"Benjamin Breeg 1939-1969 - A poet,a painter and a man that sold his soul . Why?

THE END

A story inspired by the concept of Iron Maiden - The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg .

Damaged Law

Sper ca nu dezamagesc ca nu este in lb.romana,dar zilele astea am inspiratie in engleza.Dar nu sunt mare Poe,asa ca e usor de inteles.A fost si tema mea la engleza,plus ca mi-a placut cum a iesit.Povestirea originala a fost scrisa de mine in clasa a 5-a.Asta este varianta gold retail. Asa ca...

*

"Is that you?" he shrieked.
Lawyer Nigel Troy was staring at his "old pal" -Jonathan Kruge.They were both standing in the Westminstershire train station,looking at each other when :
"Troy ,you old crap ! Why do I always have to clean up your mess ?Boss send me after you.Seems you couldn't deal with the contract ."
"Rubbish !" Troy exclamed .Listen Kruge,we cannot deal with problems like these.We need an exorcist ! "
''What are you saying ?It was just a formality .You were to convince old Thaddeus Jones to sell his property for the Boston Project.What are you saying there? You got mad ?"
"After you will listen through what I've been to,you will call an exorcist with me !"

*

It was Friday morning when I was at the Jones property .I was ,of course, going to pay a visit to Mr.Jones,the only one in charge with the whole property .I was welcomed by this strange fellow called Percivall,who invited me in the garden ,where I was to meet Thaddeus Jones.I had everything ready ,including those £ 1,5 million which we were ready to pay for the Boston Project.It had passed over half an hour ,and still Mr.Jones was not there .I was starting to get bored,and also ,the tea which Percivall left was getting cold. And I,of course would not have drink without my host.That would have been unpolite .And I am ,of course, a gentleman .

Then,this strange wind started to blow ,giving me the creeps and giving wings to my hat,which flew away .I ran for it but I was no match for the speed of the wind .I am ashamed to say that I ran like Alice in Wonderland,without seeing where I go .I found myself into a huge maze,obviously a part of the garden ,but I could not find the exit.I roamed for a while,until I saw this light coming from the center of the maze.I was precaucios of course,but still,I had no idea where I was.

The light came from this strange globe,placed on top of a column.I've approached and horrified I saw strange little creatures inside of it ; they were like demons...black,flying demons,fighting and screaming to each other. I know it sound foulish but I touched the globe.I was so frightened.One of the demons bit me.Then I felt I was...transforming.My skin got darker,wings had grew on me.I had become one of them.Then all I could remember was that I engaged in fight another demon ,and that's it.

I woke up,God knows after how ling,near the globe...and I was all right.Near me was Percivall:
"Your name,is Nigel Edward Clark Troy,is it not ? " he asked.
"Yes it is...wait a minute ! How do you know my name ?"
"Mr.Jones has his sources..." he smiled
"But how did you know my full name? "
"Deep sources,may I say "
Then I heard this strange whisper,which was coming from the globe ,which was now looking just like anyother garden accesory.The whisper said :"Run away lad ! Leave this place !".
Then I looked at Percival,which was not looking human at all.Then I ran away...

*

Kruge looked amused at his lawyer fellow.Troy really looked scared.
"Having nightmares again,Troy?"
"I sware to you,it's the truth !"
"I shall see that" Kruge said,taking his briefcase and waving his hand to a carriage.
"And I shall go with you,to see your face when you'll see I'm right" Troy muttered.

The two lawyers were now going to the Jones property.And Mr.Jones was waiting for them...