Fantasy
Fantasy Metal
Silence. The only thing I could hear was a dull, muffled background noise. Maybe they were voices, shouts, cries, tears. It didn't matter. It simply didn't matter. I couldn't distinguish anything else except the silence. I'm not an idiot, mind you. I knew it wasn't possible to find it in the place I was in. Yet, there it was, that silence that muffled everything. It took importance away from everything except what was in front of me. That small image I had at my feet, that scene that captured every part of my being, like a black hole that kidnapped emotions, sensations, and swallowed them. What I had in front of me was the reason I was there, the reason why all the people around me were there. Maybe that's what made it so unnatural. Another thing in my life that could never have happened in my mind, one of those things that my brain, even though it processed all the possibilities every time, hadn't even noticed.
By Alessandro La Martina3 years ago in Fiction
A Prologue
He entered the pub and found what he was looking for. Noise, the clamor of dozens of drunken people trying to forget their bad day at work or their argument with their spouse. Some guys were at the bar, chests puffed out and backs straight, hoping to order a good cider. They were already anticipating the morning after, when they would boast about it to their friends. A quiet music played from one corner of the pub, its volume excessively high to drown out everything else. There was no place more chaotic in the entire universe. Perfect.
By Alessandro La Martina3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In a world where dreams and reality often collide in the most unexpected of ways, two souls stand on the precipice of a connection that defies time itself. Sophia, a museum curator with an insatiable fascination for history, and James, a talented musician haunted by the elusive melody of his unwritten symphony, were two strangers living disparate lives. Yet, a mystical force, like the wisps of a forgotten love story, drew them inexorably closer.
By Vico Andiar3 years ago in Fiction










