Karol A Kubicki
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Stories (2/0)
The Cyan River
- - - - - - - - - - To everyone, Goodnight. Love, Xavier. - - - - - - - - - - Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Felt like eternity though. There was no escape however, no length of time could erase the memories they shared together, or erase the pain that he felt every time he came into his mind. To be exact it was 2 years since Xavier drowned himself. No one knew the reasons why, apart from Max. He kept himself to himself though and whenever he was questioned on it, he always shrugged it off. In his mind though the memories they shared crumbled, lost colour.
By Karol A Kubicki3 years ago in Fiction
The Closing Wind
Lying up, staring at the ceiling, thinking, longing. Surrounding him only darkness with the small light that shone from his phone’s screen. Calm music filled the room and surrounded what appeared to be, at first glance, a statue. Motionless, expressionless. Looking closer and closer, two spheres appeared to shine like two moons in the glow from his phone. His eyelids, flickering shut from time to time, only to be reopened every so often with a stream running through and from them. Going deeper we see a dark figure, towering over him, consuming him, becoming him. He gathers enough energy to start to rise from his bed, the figure still looming over him, surrounding him. He goes downstairs, puts on a coat, and leaves. That evening 3 moons could be seen, the one in the sky, and the two eyes, sparkling in the moonlight.
By Karol A Kubicki3 years ago in Psyche