100 Words Story

“Forever it will be!” He cried in a aggravatingly sharp tone. “Don’t forget my words. Now and forever they will haunt you, awake or asleep there is no escape from your sins!“
Each stroke of the grandfather’s clock reminded her of those words, always causing a slight chill to run down her spine, reaching the depth of her heart.
“Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…” The sound became louder as the wretched time approached at an alarming speed leaving only memories of the past behind.
“Even if it were to end like this, I will never repent for that which was necessary!”

Life...what a joke...

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Who said life is beautiful? I don’t  know…What’s so wonderful about living every day…struggling more and more to fit in, drinking to forget, smoking to calm down…all this is bullshit…why should I do this? Where is the blessing of the so called God? Why is it that every day I have to think, to talk, to respond, to move, to breathe…? I hate this, it’s stupid!  I don’t want to do it anymore…still passing to the other side is scary… I’m not that brave, and then again I’m not brave enough to keep living either… is it courage or stupidity, where does it all lead? You just live…and other will live after you…you will be forgotten soon, there’s no point even trying. Even as a famous person, how much time will people remember you? 10-20 years from now you will be just like any other person…it’s only stalling.

Why should we struggle in everyday life? Are the feelings of joy worth it? They’re only momentary, still we fight for that 1 moment with all we’ve got…people are really stupid…

Staying in an old building, looking at my father self-destruct, pretending I’m okay, feeling pity for others, mocking others, being mocked, being felt pity for, it’s never-ending. It will only stop when I die, maybe not even then, for me at least. This sucks! Life sucks! Love? Hah, bullshit! Happiness, trust, companionship, they’re all bullshit! All that’s real are greed and meanness.

Why are we all so stubborn in believing fairytales? People are so weak, can’t live without God or hope for a better future… which is obviously not going to happen. Each man for itself, that’s the rule! The survival of the strong and the death of the weak! The so called jungle rule. It’s the same even between civilized people. Civilized, even the word seems like a joke to me. People are only animals who learned to deceive themselves and others. And so we live, each minute, each hour, each day, each month, each year, each decade, each generation… what a joke! 

Drabbles

The little boy looked slightly over the end of the fence only to see the whitish fog embracing the small and run-down house at the very end of the hill. As he drew nearer with unsteady steps, tiny flickering lights made their appearance from time to time in a circular pattern, making the boy question the direction of the house over and over again. They were dancing, happily dancing, swirling in the cold air. They couldn’t be counted although as they approached the boy, he realized he couldn't figure out if it was really them moving, or him, staggering, an eight years old boy.

Although it was already dark and the clouds were huffing loud threats with all they had, there was not a single drop of rain to be seen. It was an ominous feeling in the air, as the boy was hesitantly approaching the house. Suddenly, the playful lights were gone, now the only visibility he had was given by the shy moonlight rays which from time to time would arise from beyond the clouds. The stillness of the surrounding nature was adding to the chilling atmosphere. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. Nothing could come out of the little boy’s chest.

A sound was heard, as he approached the house even more. Where did the rhythmical sound emerge from? At first it was just barely reaching his years, but as he kept walking forward the pulsating sound drew closer and closer and with an accelerating speed. He finally arrived at the front porch of the house. As he put forth his hand, a bell started ringing in a bloodcurdling tone. Suddenly a strong light was turned on in front of the door. Slowly the door cracked open.

Trick or treat! The boy mumbled while trying his best not to run away.