Oksana Dolna
Stories (5/0)
In The Woods
Complete darkness fills everything as though someone has just turned off the light, there was sunshine everywhere just a moment ago, it poured trough the gaps between leaves of the trees painting the forest into warm shades of yellow and orange. Now it’s so dark that he can’t see anything except formless black shapes of oak trees less than a meter ahead, the rest of the forest, the field, the world and the day are consumed by eternal, endless night. He gets confused for a moment, then decides that he must have gotten lost, walked too far into the forest and now thick foliage won’t let through enough sunlight. This is not the best explanation, not the most plausible, but his mind needs to cling to some semblance of common sense and might as well cling to this.
By Oksana Dolna3 years ago in Fiction
The Sorcerer & The Pond Creature
It didn’t have a name, it didn’t even really exist for the longest time. It simply was everything and nothing, spread across time and space, across all the living and dead creatures. It was all the living and dead creatures, it lived within them all, through them all, it was them. It was the water in the pond, the trees growing on the shores, bugs crawling through the flesh of those trees, small fish, mosquitoes, warms that were consuming dead, rotting meat and the meat itself. It was the birds in the grass, it was the grass too, the seeds that birds ate, rot that consumed dead bodies, first shoots of flowers reaching through snow and ice when spring came. It was it all and nothing in particular, just a constant, limitless presence within everything, without boundaries, shape or form.
By Oksana Dolna3 years ago in Fiction
Rush Of Blood To The Head
Everything started with the damn notebook, I bought it…No, let me be honest for once, I lie too much anyways. Lying has become such an essential part of my life. I am not even sure how or why, but it has, slowly and deliberately, bit by bit lies enveloped, engulfed every aspect of my being till there was nothing else left, only lies. I see it so vividly now. It all seemed innocent and simple at first, it seemed nothing at all. I didn’t have any nefarious reasons or plans to lie, all I wanted was to look better, to make others want me, appreciate me, love me after all. It never occurred to me that I could be loved, appreciated or accepted the way I was, I absolutely had to pretend and one would lead to the other, like a web. I would tell stories about who and what I was to intrigue people, make them curious about me. Truth was too simple, too mundane. The truth was that I was a thief, a lier, a fucking whore, but I needed to seem, I needed to be something better, lies were small price to pay. If I couldn’t become a worthy human being in reality, at least I could be that in the eyes of others, for a minute, an hour, a few days.
By Oksana Dolna3 years ago in Criminal
Returning Home
«I am sorry», I say, «I haven’t come to see you in such a long time» She looks up at me, same as I remember, exactly the same despite the simple fact that at least six years have passed since we last met. Yes, I think to myself, exactly six years, we met last at mom’s funeral, argued the way we always do about some shit that wasn’t important I am sure. It’s never important in retrospect but seems crucial, essential in the moment.
By Oksana Dolna3 years ago in Families