The Violinist (Short Story)

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The Violinist

Sitting in the gazebo again, the melodies filled my senses. This was my magic: real, tangible, yet indescribable.

As my fingers pressed the first cord, I let go. It starts slow. Almost peaceful. The tempo increases. Fast. Vibrant. It carries me up with it. Now it’s faster. Full of life. The stick brushes against all of the strings at the same time. My heart is rushing. It’s the right angle. It’s the perfect time. It steals my breath away.

A sudden round of applause dragged me back to reality. I tighten the grasp in my violin as I stood up and smiled.

Lost in Time (Short Story)

 Friday Fictioneers: “Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. “

Host: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke
PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

She was once magnificent… but time condemns us all to being forgotten. Roots and moss are now taking over, still growing, not caring if they kill the last of her. “Damn you!” I yell.

I walk around in my armour, skeptical that this is really all that’s left. Trees now stand where miles of stone walls once were, and I feel lost. How is this possible? What curse could be responsible of such massive destruction?

A gigantic birdlike creature suddenly rushes on the sky above me, and the noise makes me swing my sword. All I can think is: “Since when are dragons white?”

The Web-Series We Didn’t Know We Needed

Recently I was introduced to a web mini-series that, honestly, I don’t know how I was living without it: “Adult Wednesday Adams.” Just the title alone promises SUCH something awesome, and gets you SO excited, right?! But like if the idea alone wasn’t enough, the show was awesomely developed!

Basically, Melissa Hunter (You might recognize from the TV Show Cult, where she played Mary) took one of our favorite Adams’ character *cough* Wednesday *cough*, and placed her in completely ordinary situations. Normally that wouldn’t implicate much, but adding her morbid personality that we all know too well… Let’s just say the results are worth seeing.

And just to make sure you guys don’t miss it, I have the playlist of it right here. You’re welcome!

Beyond the Bridge (Short Story)

 Friday Fictioneers: “Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. “

Host: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

This woods had become my home… Somehow the dull colors and dry wilderness suited me. I descried his silhouette on the bridge and smiled. This wooden passage saw us grow from curious kids, into young lovers.

Who would have guessed that it would also see the end on that terrible night? That stupid fight, and one unguarded moment was all it took for me to fall and never come back.

Now I was next to him, a shady hand almost touching his shoulder without him knowing.

“I’m here.” I whispered, before pushing him to the abyss in front of him.

Word Count: 100.

I don’t usually write after my stories, but I just wanted to apologize to everyone for not being very active two weeks ago, and then not participating at all last week… The Flu got to me too.

But anyways, I’m okay now and ready to get back! I’m looking forward to reading all of your entries, and I hope you like mine too. Feel free to comment whatever’s on your mind, and to explore the rest of my blog.

Have a great day!

A Little Lesson About History

I heard somewhere one time that the reason we study our past is to make sure we know ourselves as a race so well, we stop making the same mistakes over and over. However in reality that is not the case, no, in reality history just keeps repeating itself. Our legacy as a race so far is a never-ending vicious cycle. All the wars, conflicts, acts of terrorism, it’s all the same in its core. Time only changes the people involved and maybe, sometimes, the circumstances, but the rest stays still. Whatever the time period or the place in the world, the situation is the same: Those in power use it to stay that way, and chase and discard of whatever threatens it or doesn’t serve their purpose, and of course, those who think differently won’t give up that easily. And yes, I realize I sound a lot like Karl Marx, but I do believe he had a point in his conflict theory. I find amazing how, despite all the evidence and people that have stated the same thing, we still keep on tripping over the same stone. Talk about not recognizing something even if it’s staring at us in the face, because believe me… It’s staring, for some time now. Continue reading A Little Lesson About History

Twisted Origins of International Women’s Day

Yesterday we celebrated International Women’s Day, key word: Celebrated.

Social Networks were filled with congratulatory messages towards “the best thing God ever created”, thanking them for “everything they do”. Women tirelessly posted how appreciated they felt when they found a flower or some kind of gift left for them.

However, I think that before indulging in all kinds of self-rewards just one day out of the year, we should take a moment to remember the real meaning behind this day: The struggle millions of women all over the world went through to fight for the rights we easily take for granted today.

This internationally observed day had its origins in the United States of America, back in 1820. Little strikes of working women started happening in the New England area in Massachusetts. However it wasn’t until march 8th, 1857, that larger strikes took place and caught the attention of men and larger masses. Garment workers marched in New York City to demand an improvement in their working conditions, a ten hour day (To think that we’re now complaining about our 8 hour day jobs, sitting in an office!), and equal rights for women. The police intervened and shut down the whole thing.
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