Dany's Story Corner

[Dany1908]

"Sneaky Dany copies the idea of the story teller thur and enters in the fantasy world created especially for her readers"





In here will be added mostly of my one shots from the blog which aren't related between them accompanied with a background song

Already posted:

Related:

• The girls with the white socks
  
  
• The girls with the white socks II
  
  
• The girls with the white socks III - The Boy Who Lived in Darkness

Unrelated

• A place were I belong.
  
  
• Short Story From the Land of Fire
  
  
• The Girl In White
  
  
• The stained rose - The story continues
  

[Dany1908]

Short Story From the Land of Fire

"Imagine all the screams of terror in every night will be a crimson moon on the blooded stained sky. My son, every time you'll see that sky in the night, run. Hide, never look it towards it, it will capture your innocent soul. In it is only despair and pain. Hide and wait for the morning to come. "

That was my bed story every night , was the advice every parent would give to their kids every day, scared that we will forget. It something you can't. The fear its eating you from inside. The smell from the air chokes you. Mugen, was called our little village. Today is only ruins to a place which once was so alive. Nobody leaves in it anymore, nobody is alive anymore. Is only me. A pale shadow in the mountain eyes. Why I survived from the attack which occurred ten years ago? I looked in the eyes of the moon, cursing me. Beasts and knights is says were born from the crimson moon. I'm not neither, just a human with a special ability. At last i can kill those you murder my family, my friends, and took my innocents. `

Three days after the attack, my village was still surrender by those hideous creatures, the army who protected the land , left letting us without any protection. But from the mist and fire a salvation came, were the ones which called themselves - Knights. One by one all the beasts felt before them. I still feel their sweet smell, their silver long hair and those burning red eyes.

Once, one of them asked a little boy " Of what are you afraid ?". The boy could not answer He just looked towards the mountains like was hypnotized by them, but in his red eyes they could see is terror. The boy was a "fallen", people calling those who were neither knights , neither beasts . But the thirst for blood was flowing trough his veins, Red eyes which comes only in the heat of the battle.

I believe you wonder now what are these beasts i have told. It says once they were humans, cursed, because they betray the a king of the mist and fire land. Without having a fate, to become hideous creatures, without any trace of humanity, only hope of survive for them was the fresh blood from humans and animals. They stayed in the deep heart of the mountains , looking toward the sky , for the crimson moon to appear. They knew that the knights have no power and are vulnerable and weak. Those beasts, they only see in us, the humans, only flesh and blood. Free food.

This is the story of a simple young man, who grew up in a small village, a fallen, strong like a beast, strong like a knight, thirsty for the creatures blood, and strong before the crimson moon. This is my story so far. Soon, very soon I’ll avenge my village. . In this parts only at every 100 years, a sacred being is born, a knight. Their destiny is to fight against the hungry beasts since the day will die.

"Is time to leave, Eyna Nurr". Said a knight looking toward a young man with green eyes and rebel black hair, which was looking above from his old room, at the dead village. "The night will come"

"Eyna Nurr, a long forgotten name". Said the boy. "Don't worry, we the fallen we will protect even the mighty knights"

The young man jumped from the broken window, while is eyes were becoming red, like the sky with the crimson moon. I hate my eyes color, they only remember me of pain and sorrow and a world doomed for suffering, while the beasts attack every village, town or land, feeding from us, and i can't saving all. But my journey start from today, like a night. This was my story, like others will tell, about our battles .from the land of fire...

[Dany1908]

[CENTER]A place were I belong.



That place will always be here, in this forgotten place were every place is like frozen in time on every winter holidays ... Mother i am finally home after so much time.

***

"I didn't notice how fast the time passed. It feels like yesterday i left this mountain village with my little brothers. Ten years". Thought a young man looking towards the empty mountains. At last, back again in this small place. I wonder if in these ten years something changed. If the people’s hearts changed. If they forgot. When i was little I always loved this time of year and the winter, with her pure snow. The snow was always covering the old scars of this land. I was seven years old when i saw the first Christmas tree. It was far away but for me so close, shinning and was looking alive, from the hundred of small lights of different colors. I still remember the snowflakes dancing in the wind, falling upon the sea people which always were in a hurry, never stopping, never watching, never smiling, like they were afraid ...of us. Me and my brothers were always looking from the dark and empty forest at the warm houses. But the village joy was fake. I could smell their fear in every move, in every smile. I could hear their thoughts. Every year the only wish they had in their hearts was that we should vanish from this world. The cursed children with the red eyes. We are also known as the crimson people. We were considered by society to be monsters to get rid of. Our parents could not kill us and left us alone in the dark forest. To survive or die. That place was the only place i could call home.

But one day all changed. To the village came a young couple who could not have children. They took us , they gave us a warm home and love, even the village people said we were cursed and we will bring only bad luck. With them i had my first Christmas in a warm house filled with joy. The smell of cookies, the smell of the village was different. Then for the first time i saw my real mother. It was on Christmas Eve. I received the only gift i ever wanted. Her smile towards me. She was beautiful but her eyes were filled with sorrow. But i felt her thoughts. They were warm " I'll always love you, my beloved son. Forgive me." It was the last time i saw her. After a time me and my new family, left behind the only world i knew and our home, the dark future, looking for a light for our future.

I later found out why people were afraid of us. It all started fifty years ago in a medical laboratory. The government started doing experiments on orphan kids to find a vaccine for a new virus. Because of the drugs and the transformation which occurred with their bodies caused a few of them to go berserk, killing each other, killing every person they saw ... the single color they ever saw was red. After the laboratory had been destroyed a chemical substance got free polluting the air. People started to fear their own children, thinking some day they will go berserk.

I wonder if i ever will find a place were i will belong. Today i came back home. I feel the sweet smell of cookies in the air, the cold snowflakes which fall slowly, the spirit of the holidays which never change in this small village, And something new ... hope.

" Big brother! What are you thinking about? Shall we go?"
" About nothing! Lets go".
Said the young man, while in the night his red eyes were shinning.

[Dany1908]

The girl in white

"Unforgivable"

It was the last word I heard from my brother before his disappearing three years ago. The only thing he left behind was a photo, with a young girl which had a white and simple dress. In the photo her green eyes were looking like they could see through the person which was holding in the hand the picture. Her long and silver hair was covering her arms which were wrapped in bandages. Her smile was pale and fake. On the back of the photo was a name"Yuzuru" and an address, which wasn't from this city. It was from a town from a small island. It was the same town in which my brother made an article five years ago. He came home from it obsessed after a girl which met once. He wrote even an article about her , maybe like this someone will know who she was. He named her" Aoi Aya".
I wonder, if this photo he kept always with him has any connection with that article and his disappearing...

"Laura! Are you going there?"
"Yes! Said a girl with short black hair and a beautiful face while she was looking at the photo she took it from her backpack. " I need to know".
" Just be careful." Said a young girl which looked very shy and worried.
Laura than put a a forced smile on her face while an announce was saying that the ferryboat toward the island was leaving in twenty minutes. She hugged the girl and said " I will".

***

The girl was thinking which which connections were between the person called Yuzuru and Aoi Aya, while she was walking alone toward an unknown place, after her brother steps. The rain started pouring upon the small town, while the street started to get empty. The few people which were still around her were rushing to find a place to hide from it and wait to stop.

The young girl entered in an old bar only to ask an information about the address. The bar looked empty and had a rotten smell from the old furniture. Inside was looking smaller than outside. The window glass was black and the light toward a yellow color"

"Hello? She said in case someone was there. From her back a thin and tall young man showed up smiling toward her.
" With what I can help you?" He said like whispering.
"Yes' ... Said after few seconds. Could you tell me were i can find this address? I'm new in this parts"
The young man said to her that is the old district. Few blocks behind the bar. Easy to spot. The buildings are tall and have a black color because are very old and nobody took care of them. The young man eyes were fixing on the photo saying" Yuzuru' with a sad voice.
" You know her?" Asked the girl.
" AH! Not really". And the young man turned around.
'Yuzuru?" A voice from the back of the bar suddenly could been heard. " I knew her" He was an old man which looked poorly dressed and was drinking.
" Were I can find her? Is important! Said the girl.
The young man and the old man started looking at her like she said something funny.
" She was killed in a raining day like this by her father in their apartment fifty years ago." Said the man.
" It must a be a mistake". Screamed the girl'." My brother saw this person once." Said the young girl a bit shocked while she drop the photo down." This is the last photo my brother took".
" Impossible". Said the man. " The girl looks exactly like Yuzuru - but she is dead. "

After few moments of silence the girl asked the old man to tell her everything he knows about the girl from the photo. Laura noticed that the young man eyes color were green like the fresh grass,. He put a smile on the face like he always was doing for each costumer and closed his eyes. When they opened were black. The girl had a shiver on her back thinking it starting to see things. The young man said while came with a glass of water - " Sound like an interesting story".

The old man put his glass on the old wood table and started to tell his story about a girl he knew fifty years ago when he was in his twenty's.
" Her father was the owner of one of the buildings from the old district. I grew up there being a very close friend with her brother. He died at the age of twenty after a fight but the one who killed him never been capture. Or that we knew. After his dead the situation in that family got worse. Her mother got crazy and tried to jump from her son bedroom window but was saved in the last minute by Yuzuru. She had almost fifteen years old. Her father personality changed drastic from a calm and lovely man to a drinker and violent. Even i was at the 1st floor and them on the last i still could her father yelling and her cry, like i was in the same apartment with them. Her mother was always saying " Monster! Don't look on me with those eyes. Why don't you die already?". Everyday i saw Yuzuru coming here but never passed this part of this town, even she was running daily from the inferno from her own home. She was always stopping of this bar corner, at the place were her brother died. She was saying is not yet the time. She could not let him suffer alone in this rotten town. She was always wearing a white dress - like the one gave by her brother on her last birthday they spend like a happy family. Her father was yelling at all people which lived in the building to stay away from here - she is a demon and her green eyes will steal your soul if you look to much in them. To tell you the truth those eyes of her gave me every time a bad feeling. Were pure but sometime evil. Like she was other person. I remember her arms were always bleeding. She told me that was her punishing from her mother for being such a bad girl. After a time some people died in some odd accidents. Were young mans. She was the last time who saw them alive. All blamed her. Last time i saw her alive was in a raining day like this. She was crying and i asked her whats wrong. She looked at me with her deep green eyes and said" Unforgivable - they all should pay for what they done". Then she showed me a smile." Soon all will burn to ashes and Yuzuru will be free again'". I got scared of her and left her behind.
In that night her father came drunk again home. After few screams three gunshots i heard. She felt and died in the apartment hall. When i arrive her last word was" Unforgivable". Her father died few minutes ago. He felt suddenly on the ground. On his chest was written" Killer". After that many people left the building. fifty years later those who still stay there are telling that in the raining nights they hear a man voice saying" Unforgivable" , than a girl scream. Others say that they saw a young girl with silver hair with a dressed covered in blood running on the stairs disappearing on the last floor or on the raining days for a second a girl vanishing at this bar corner. But I tell you that those eyes of her could take you in a place were the living one could never go.
Maybe your brother saw those eyes and never could had rest."

" Scary". Said the young man .

The young girl left the old bar. She was scared and with an empty heart. She wen't directly to the apartment 100. The door was gone. All the rooms were empty. Only dust and spider webs. In the hall the blood stained was looking like was still fresh. The rain was entering through the rotten and collapsed roof which was made most from wood. In the apartment was a sensation of tension and cold. The girl felt suddenly a feeling of emptiness and loneliness when on a wall from a small room saw the photo of the girl in white with her family - looking happy and smiling. Only a young man face was burned and couldn't been seen.

After ten minutes the girl left the building and while her way to the old bar in her face for a second she saw a fragile girl running toward her and vanishing suddenly after she felt like someone collided on her. Looking in the bar window the part she felt the hit was stained with blood drops and for a second she saw her brother pulled in a sea of blood. When she turned behind her was the young man with green eyes smiling toward her while vanishing in a cloud of smoke.

All around her became dark. The people from the street, the bar and the old building became ash and the rain red. Thousand of hand and thousand of hand were embracing her and painful voices were whispering" She died in vain. I'm for blame. They all should die." The girl was absorbed by the darkness in which she was caught. Scared she tried to free her down and screaming for help.

" Are you ok sister?"
She heard her brother gentile voice and she suddenly opened her eyes, screaming his name.
" I think..." But she never finished telling about her nightmare because she was interrupted when he showed her his new article called " Who is Aoi Aya?", and showed her a photo of a girl dressed in white with her arms wrapped in bandages. On the back of the photo wasn't writhing nothing. She got scared and run in the bathroom. On the mirror was written with blood:
" Don't let him come back again. Next time might not save you both from my brother grudge and evilness."
Yuzuru

[Ayato Kamina]

Why does it have to be hurtful music Dany.
Im so sad now

I like reading your stuff.
Keep it up!!

[NoIn-LoKi]

Oh, I really like the one from the land of fire. very nice n.n keep it up^^

[Dany1908]

thank u Ayato and Loki

Under the Moon Spell

This is a short story i wrote it for a writing contest on other site last year i think
hm hope the song to fit



This is an old story about the last demon dog from a small island. The island was situated in the deep waters, fare away from civilization. Those parts it is said that were occupied by demons. Every time the silver moon came close to earth, like will devour it, humans always made a sacrifice. Under the moon spell of the moon, a young women. At every one hundred they gave her body to the demon dog, which had an half crescent moon sign in his forehead. Many kings from a lot of countries came to make that sacrifice. It was said that for one hundred years the country of which women get picked by the demon will be protected from wars and diseases or making a wish become true. The demon king was the only one who, for only one night human and become one with the one he choose. Devouring her under the embrace of the moon. For that purpose a king which lost his country left in a journey over the vast ocean, looking for making again his lost kingdom But the stories tell us he never reach that island. The ship slowly vanished in a sea of darkness, chained for eternity by the abyss. He never could make that sacrifice, his own daughter. It his said that from the cold water a boy was rescued. He barely talked and always looked toward the sea, whispering a song" A new demon dog will arrive, from the sea, revenge to seek, for his dead father, the demon king, devouring every ships he sees, for the king lies he told to our demon king . " And after the time the young boy vanished in the sea from where he came. The demon dog sacrifice was just a legend, nobody even knew i is true or what happen on that ship.

" So..."

" The demon king from your story will take every ship to the abyss? Is that i understood. Why? Asked a man dressed in a black shirt with blue, dirty pants from oil.

" Hm,maybe because the sacrifice was done after all, on that ship, but the greedy king after his wish was listen, killed the demon king. I never heard more than i know." Said a women with blue eyes and beautiful blond hear.

" Minerva ! Please... Shut up, my darling wife." Said a man who entered in the room were the crew stayed while were in the break. " Every time we go on sea you tell this old story. Demon dogs who eat ships aren't in this world, my darling. You will scare the new members of our crew"

" You never know", She showed a small smile on the face towards the man who entered.

" Then... I'll tell you all another story about the demon dog. A story told by my mother when i was little.

" Something you never told? This is something new from you, Minerva."

Minerva was a good looking women, in her 30, strong and respected by all, a good story telling and the wife of the ship captain, a fisherman. Every night when they are going on sea she always starting telling a story. The crew were always captivated by her stories, they would had stayed hours only to listen. Watching at the moon which started to be covered by dark clouds, she started telling them another story, while the little fishing ship was captured by the mist, vanishing slowly from the moon eyes.

" Once upon a time, in a night like this , on a eerie weather a ship was sinking. But nobody came in the help of that poor souls. " We must get rid of the impure, which is in this world, they don't belong here, kill them all". All from the ship were screaming for help, but all said that that the ship" Moon Eye" was cursed. It is said he came from a demon world, which only under the moon spell they could became human. The rumors could been heard from ship to ship, about the ghost ship called " Moon Eye" which nobody saw it in any sea-port town or harbor. They all said that this ship was not traveling above the water. It was coming from the abyss to devour the souls of the humans which only lives for the sea. The emblem of the ship was a silver wolf with a lightblue sign in his forehead, tall, changing color in the moonlight and with yellow eyes, which was piercing in the people souls. In those times humans believed in curses, spells and darkness , feeling afraid about the unknown, they damned the poor souls from the " Moon Eye ", saying that is the demon dog. After few days from the ship sinking , they found a young man, poorly dressed, near the sea. A blood trickle started to leak from the mouth while he started to talk. His lost words were " I'm alive, I'll always be in the eyes of my master, on see will seek revenge, at every full moon." The young man dies on the arms of those who found him with a smile on the face.

Maybe they had a motive to be scared. Maybe " Moon Eye" was a cursed ship after all, coming from abyss to devour all the souls under the silver moon. Revenging the demon king who was killed 500 years ago by a greedy king. In one hundred years, twenty ships vanished without a trace, like they never been on this world. One day a women been found in a small boat, naked and numb.

She told that she been captured by a strange being and every night she felt like was devoured by one of them. He was a young man with long silver hair and yellow eyes. Every night she had the same thoughts" I'm powerless. My body still tremble when i think of his every ouch. I don't know anymore if is fear or uncertainty if i'll ever see him again. Every night i'm lusting for his body against mine... one more time. Why all my body hurts at every full moon and i feel like is moving for it self, always towards the sea. I don't know that being name, first time i saw him he was looking like a demon in the silver moon, his eyes were burning through me, making me desire him, while his all being was like eating me from inside and all my body was trembling on the old sand he put me. It was a dream or reality".

After nine months the women gave birth to a sweet little boy, with blue eyes and the cursed sign in his forehead and all started to fear . It is said that when the people wanted to punish the women and her newly born child, she screamed that the child was of her husband, a captain of one of the ship who vanished on the sea, and all she said so far were hallucinations she had. But nobody believed her. All the town vanished in the night before the execution, burning. Those who survived told stories about a silver demon dog and his pack, protecting the newly born child and his mother, like a family will do. They Protected their new demon king, which was born like a human. The all vanished in an instant in the sea mist.

People still say that are seeing the ship" Moon Eye" haunting the sea for new sacrifices. Also that the child grew up like a normal human and every generation , under the full moon spell their eyes become yellow and their hair becomes silver, and the mans are lusting for a warm female body to devour.

" Minerva...Your eyes!" ...

[Zurajanai]

that was so great. very captivating.

[jaceziel]

I'm not crying
I'm bleeding
--jaceziel's heart

**yeah, why the sad tune.

***love you work Dany***

[Dany1908]

Zurajanai and jaceziel thank u
hm now i'll post more short stories i wrote during the 3 years i became member here
Warning: Mostly are raw ( bad spelling and a lot of mistakes-bare with them-i'll edit them again in the future)
Warning 2: few are very short, few are not so great, few i lost and those will not be on ac unfortunely (cries)

This was my first one shot i ever wrote
bit light shounen-ai

Story 1

Spoiler

Angel of death

The alarm from the clock was ringing loud near the bed while a week light was coming out leisurely from a little window bathing slow the small empty room. From under the blanket was coming out, lazy a hand which cease it. Under it could see a rebellious red hair not to short but neither long. He raise up watching for long time at the empty room and then he leads to a small window. On a table of small dimensions was an old two days paper open on a crime which has been ten years ago.

Marcel was near the window with a cigarette in his hand, thinking while he was watching at the person which was still sleeping .They weren't here for a long time but everyone to grow fond of. The new style of life was nice, peaceful but he knew that it won't last much. Marcel, he had an melancholic nature, sometime depressive or at least that how he looked with others near him. Since was little he learned how to hide his real nature under that mask which made him inoffensive. All were conquered by his angelic face and his green eyes like the emerald. But he wasn't so harmless how all were thinking about him. He didn't had a happy childhood and with the family never had a good bond. He always was ran from home to not hear his parents yelling and beatings .Nobody knew the real bond with his best friend .They were always together. All saying that those two were like brothers. Alfred was with two years older. His family was rich the opposite of Marcel always happy but feeling lonely locked in a cage like a bird which could not free itself .Nobody to hear his pain and loneliness.

Nobody knows when those two met but they were always together .But no one could know what will happen, their plans, what they had in mind to do. After years is still talking about the crime from the city .In one night to families without a connection at first sight between them were murder with cold blood in their own house and the culprits were never found since now. Everyone were feeling sorry for those which survive .At that time they had 17 and 19 but the cops could not find something to charge them.

After 10 years those two were still together always on the run, concealing from the world with the thought that someday they will be caught but at least they were free to live their life, the love but never forgotten the past, the sin ,the curse and they knew that will come a day when will have to pay for what they did in the past. Marcel was smiling easy, both throng in a small room painted in white. Both of them and their secret. While he was watching on Alfred he said in his thought that for his happiness will kill again to not see the sadness from the eyes.

After a while all from the village were they stayed found out about what they did in the past because of a news from the paper. After 10 years the cops found all the evidence they needed .The evidence was Mike ,Marcel little brother which lost his memory because of the shock .Filled with hate he told everything what he saw that night .How his big brother shot all while sleeping and his best friend covered with blood and with a bag in the hand crying near the door.

Alfred liked his new home but Marcel knew it is time to leave the truth came out .He didn't wanted to be apart of Alfred but was only couple of hours, days since they both be caught in a moment of madness he turned ,kissed him on his lips and saying forgive me and good bye a gun shot heard. A week after Alfred death ,Marcel went to the police section .During the process time had a sad smile on his face saying that he did all for freeing the person he loved more choosing to be the demon because Alfred was to fragile .

When he heard the verdict was calm with the same smile prison for life .The last few years of his life he spend them in a mental home ,lonely how he was all his life with Alfred memory without a regrets of what he done for his best friend, killing for him

Something random
Story 2

Spoiler

Regrets

“Listen what the chief has to say before u turn down the offer, his only trying to help you ,he knows that you pass from some hard times"

This was the last message that i send it to him. After few days the detective or the former detective Trey Gordon had been found dead near a bridge in a bad district. He was a good friend of mine. I knew that he entered in a bad entourage, trying to make more money ,he needed money for his house to not lose it because some gambling’s.

Later i found out that he left from police, didn't wanted to become corrupted, and started to work for a Columbian drug Traficant .

With the time he changed, was worried about a work he had and that was the last time we talked . Unfortunately he didn't said nothing to me ,maybe to help him, without breaking the law.

The last think which he left behind was a bag full of money and a note for his wife . Only wrote *forgive me*.

I suppose he couldn't gather all the money and in the end stole them from those he worked. In that way he been punished by killing him.

"Forgive me friend that i could not helped u more"

Now is just a simple word said randomly, only to feel good myself and take this guilty feeling.

“Trey Gordon a cop with many honors, dead on duty, while he was working undercover...in real life a good man and lovely husband and father and devoted to his work "

Only a fragment from a local news paper ,another was the reality.....he died like a simple lawbreaker

The investigation went for few mounts

Story 3

Spoiler

Sea wolfs

“Father when i will grow up i will be a sea wolf too.”

Words said by a little being ,on her father strong shoulders .He was the captain of the ship "Sea wolfs" and respected by all even he was still young ,25 years.

Now those words are only a lost dream and the same my desire for the navigation in that cold sea which on the first sight the waves wants to embrace you, but in the same time to crush a ship under her power. Many men’s lost the life on sea ,in the silent graveyard .For an eternity those souls will keep an eye on her abysses and her secrets .The same thing happened 15 years ago with my father ship .For more money ,he broke the nature lows ,and enter in her core ,for a more good capture ,without thinking that maybe he will loose his life, without thinking on any of that ship. Even now i don't know what really happened there, i was to little to remember. Sometime i see his face in shadows ,a memory which vanish ,and taken by the wind like the sand on a beach .The only thing i remember know are his last words:

"How hard life is, you always you will be a sea wolf, and a goddess for me which will protect me ,because we both love the more then anything "
“Miss? Are you feeling well?”
“Oh! I am sorry! I just remembered something from the past .I am good” ,while said this words she was watching the sea ,and the ships who were coming back from the fishing .No many had the luck to have a good catch, the season was poor in fish this year, and the storm's were about to start. The good fish was in the core of them but nobody wanted to stay on sea on such hard weather, thinking and fearing for the ship and members.
“Sorry me then madam! You looked a bit palled, i was worried”, said the young man. Was a tall man, blond and black eyes.
“Is ok!” Said the young lady, smiling .Ahead a dreadful storm was coming ,looking at it was like she came from another world ,trying to take over the silent island ,to devour it.

"The sea wolfs even today they navigate around the dark abyss of the sea, like the free birds on the sky "Good bye father, dream, washed by the storm like sand...

Hm from this one i wrote the girl in white (related kinda)
Story 4

Spoiler

Who is Aoi Aya?

Who is Aoi Aya? I think this question will be on the lips of all will read this article .A singer? An actress? A television star? Or an important public figure from the high society ? Non of them which i said above. For most people she is an unknown ,a stranger which is possible to saw her on the street ,or different parts of this vast town which choke them daily under his heaviness ,prisoners in a cement box ,like a bird in a cage were the key has been lost for ages.
I think i should tell something that happened to my few days ago when i went to collect some information in a small town from the west of the country about some home violence in a influent family from there. In that day was raining hard ,all the streets were almost empty, most of the people were taken shelter from the rain .So i was in hurry to find a bar or a restaurant to stay since the rain will go by ,when i felt that something push me .In my face was a girl in her knees which were bleeding from the fall on the wet cement. She looked like a 18 years girl i think and with a white face like the snow. The first thin i saw at her were the green eyes like the fresh grass which comes o the first days of spring .Her look charmed me on the spot .How much i looked on her i felt that how i am falling in a dark cold abyss without stopping.
Surprised by the being from my face i saw her wounds from the knees and also from the neck and legs, but her short red hair which was above the shoulders were covering those wounds. She was in a white and simple dress. I fallen in love at the first sight .She was looking like an angelic being in a demonic landscape, an wounded swan i a deep dark swamp without a way out .She was watching at me like she was seeing for the first time a human or everything around her. I try to help her, i asked her some simple questions ,but instead she made only some noises like a little kid which was learning to talk for the first time and "Aoi...Aoi Aya...".
I turn back for few minutes only to see if around is a place were i could take care of her wounds and she was gone. Behind she left only the blood and her image washed by the rain which seems that it cries for that angel. I decided to write this article about her ,maybe someone saw on the streets that angel lost in the daily inferno of this town empty and heartless.
Who are you Aoi Aya ? I only have this question and you're face now. Or maybe you been only a ghost ,an illusion of my mind ..

Another random story
Story 5

Spoiler

A night at the 10th police section

Was a quiet evening of June, with bright sky, a light breeze, and a moon which was coming shy on the sky .But in the same time a boring one. The heat after a scorcher is was feeling more after the night came in the small section. The air-conditioners could not make face. In my office i had a small ventilator, but still it could not gave the old i needed for those hot nights of June . On my desk were a lot of papers which i needed to write, a lot of reports thrown away in a moment of fury. And a lot of questions without an answers from my subordinates which they come to me to ask different questions about they cases.

I was in the police upwards of 30 years and new on this section. I asked the handover to be close to my only daughter, the smaller from my 5 kids. She moved in this district with her new husband, the son of an important businessman. It was an district for those with money and power. I was worried by her security. I miss the days when i could run after a delinquent in the crowded city streets.

But i can't say that here i escape from my old clients. Right now i stay on dark, at the candle light trying to write a report, because of one of them. Everything started one hour ago, when someone i know wanted to break in the mayor house. But instead to cut the wire of the alarm house, he cut the light from all the district. A short circuit
which, the electric shock, thrown him in a car were the alarm started. I can't stop smiling even now after i saw him. He looked so funny with the hair up.
His answer at the end of the interrogation and i quote "How would i know which is the right wire, i am not electrician, i only read in a book".

But i can say since i know BB he never had luck in this job f his, every time something happened. Once he entered in a wrong house, been shot by the owner in the shoulder, he was a cop. Another time felt in the neighbor pool with the stolen goods, He would escape but he can't swim. I could talk about his bad luck hours. I wonder what will happen with him in the future, and what bad luck will be ahead.
And like that i stay all the nights and days on this section.

Story 6

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Thoughts in the rain

Tonight is raining again. Has few days since it started and I don't see that it will go to soon. I will like to never end. I like to hear the sound of the rain. Always this sound made me a state of calm which for me is pure like my own family. Without my wife and kids I would not been the man of today .They are everything for me .I can't imagine my life without them. Every time i must go away i think if i will ever see them. Now i am heading fast home. My body is burning and i feel pain. I made a big mistake and that can cost me everything i build in the last ten years. In front of all i am a devoted husband, a loving father and a good friend ready any time to help all. But the reality is another one, i am just a monster with a human face .

I would like if it could the rain to wash all my sins. Beyond the house walls, of the district i live and were always the police keep an eye for his people protection, exist another world. One filled with violence, hate and poverty .Let to sink deep without nobody to give a hand of help . In the rain we all are the same. Or is only my own opinion. I hear the city sound which it is loosing some were between good and evil. I hear a police siren or from an ambulance. I see in my face a mother which is looking for her kid asking the empty souls from inside .Without emotions .Simple marionettes in the hand of a puppet master .She is a mother which keeps near the chest an old photograph oh her child crying and asking all "did you so my child?".

Once i met a women like her. I was the kid .We were poor .Why i think now at the past? Maybe because the future is no longer for me .How i became like that? Who I’m I? Yes, I recall like how was yesterday. The first time i put my hand on a gun. The first time i pulled the trigger .First person i killed was my step father .He was regularly beating me and her ,my mother.

I couldn’t take no more. Since the day i made fifteenth i stood. I took his gun and shot without any regret. It was my revenge and i felt good .I punished him for all he made .After i ran away without looking back .I can still hear my mother crying ,cursing the day she met him .I just left without thinking of nothing .Since then only this i am doing ,I’m running from every thing.
Who i am? Just an assassin which kills for the people once i hated. Still hate but killing is in my blood .I'm good only of this, don't know something else to do . What is my name? I can't remember my real name ...I know only the name gave by those which fear me in this cruel world, Dietrich. I'm the assassin which all fear .That makes me feel somehow good. The one which kills without mercy. How much time will be since this two world of mine will collide i wonder.

I'm a sinner. The rain washed the trail of blood from the ground .Why i am like this? I hesitated for the first time. The rest i can't remember. I only know that i was staying in my own blood while the rain it was whispering her song .Now i am in a hurry...I hurry to see my family for the last time, to see their smile, to feel a last kiss from my wife lips. But i don't think i will make it there. I'm cold and can't feel my body no more. I am trying to remember their faces but i can't. Around me is only mist.

At last i can see my house were my life is normal, happy or was, i don't know no more. I smile but my body is weak. I see Josephine coming at me. She looks scared. I hear only fragments" Mark...Mark what wrong with you?" and i wonder why she cries.

Her chest, are arms are warm .I'm tired. I see people around me and darkness.

Story 7

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The tale of a vampire

Once upon a time, in an era filled with wars in a dark world was a sad lonely boy. His eyes were like two black pearls and his skin white like the snow. He was captive in a cage of ice. That cage was his own soul which was swallowed by the darkness day by day. The small and happy things were hard to reach within that old body but still childish. The winter landscape was looking nostalgic. But his eyes were cold and empty and his soul blue. His hunger was bigger than any few feeling had left inside of him. He was the vampires leader.

The war was started by the humans one hundred years ago against the vampires. Many humans died for freedom. For a place were they would not feel fear. Hungry vampires were feeding from the humans dead bodies which were all the battle field, fighting for a bit of blood like wild animals. Toya, the vampire’s leaders was in the knees in that sea of bodies holding in his arms a new-born child. He found it under his a women holding in her arms trying to protect him from the vampires.

Before the war Toya was against the killing, but with the murderer of his father which kept that land safe for other vampires clans by the humans he become just a shell of what he been. He thought that the humans betrayed them and at first chance they had killed his father and the pact of peace was dissolved. Outside starting to snow and the blood, the humans and the vampires which died were covered by the pure snow becoming their grave for eternity. He loosed everything he had while he was watching the child a warm tear fallen on his cheek from the icy eyes.

The cage which surrounded him got broken in pieces by the small being from his arms. He was feeling naked, the clothes could not keep him warm, his body got numb while a burn felt on his back. Toya was a menace for the vampire’s plans. The barrier that made to keep him locked and easy to manipulate was broken. He had to die. A sad song the wind was whispering at his ear. A song of revenge or one which will make to reborn again for his people which were hiding in caves waiting the sunlight, that after to run far away again. Slowly, he took the child and put it in his white cape which was already stained with human blood. And put him under a tree and after he cut his long black hair, which was on that times a sign of nobility between vampires with his father sword.

The sunrise showed a terrifying image. He killed all the vampires which was there one by one by his hand and sword. After the battle he felt down on the ground ,he was severe wounded. The pain was unbearable. He needed blood for his wound to heal faster. He tried to reach to a body near him but had no strength.

He was just a child himself which now was lonely than ever on the scared battle field. But on his agony felt something warm near his mouth. Were drops of blood from a young girl. She cut her arm to feed him. In her arms he faint. The story says that Toya made another pact with the humans letting them free and not fear by the darkness which comes out along with the night. For Toya that has been a winter miracle.

More later :O