My kind of fiction.
 

The sad things will live on, as the happy en peaceful things will be pushed into a corner...the spots and lights will go out, and the sun goes under, and never returns...The rain starts to fall. And the sad things come alive.
I'm still alive, but every day a part of me fades away.
And then suddenly, when only a small part of me is left...The dark spirits come to me. ‘Cause the dark spirits are always hungry, they’re longing for my soul.
They can sense it when I have no feelings left. To weak to feel. To weak to control my body. To weak to hide my thoughts...and to weak to keep my soul. So after this process, my soul insists to leave me.
The dark spirits catch my soul, and put it into a cage. And waiting for another victim.
Day by day I'm wondering how it would be to have feelings. To have the strength to cry.

There's no such thing as 'happy-forever'. There's always someone or something who or which takes al your pride away. If it is a person or a spirit, it doesn't matter; they're both always trying to take all your expensive things away. They think up a story that it is a need for them...but after they've captured it, they throw it away like it's nothing really. They do that just to torture you. Just to torture you, nothing more, nothing less...they don’t care…









[Dit kwam ineens bij me op in een msngesprek gisterennacht :|]

Mooi weergeven, je gevoelens. Ik kan niet zeggen dat ik het er mee eens ben, ik vind juist het tegenovergestelde waar. Positiefheid en dergelijke.
Filosoferen met beide benen op de grond. Mooi gedaan. :)

Dankje. :o :)

zo onboeiend/slecht verder? :(

Nee joh, niet veel mensen lezen engelse stuff, das alles.

Mooi. :) Alleen vind ik af en toe het woordgebruik wat minder. Maar voor de rest is het eht mooi. :)

dankje. :) :o

dat van dat woordgebruik klopt wel, ik had voor sommige woorden, liever andere woorden gebruikt, maar ik kan er niet opkomen :o :D, zoals bij 'expensive' en 'never returns' en 'longing for' :s

Your proza is most beautifully written...

I wander what it would be like, to feel so dark as you, where the only light is nothing but a small spot, not totally darkened, black. But to me, you'll always be my little star,
I hope you know that, wherever you are.
Please turn around...
Please turn away... from the dark

Zoiets bedoelde ik eigenlijk ook. :) Zelf zou ik dan "For the dark spirits..." gebruiken i.p.v. "'Cause the dark spirits...". :o

En owja, tis "Too weak"

Sooooooo, zeker wel mooi!!! :D

keuj :o :)

dankje :o :)