ToshaDaydreamer

"And you three, check the other side of the street", a booming voice said. Sarah gasped, but tried to look relaxed as she walked past the group of soldiers. As relaxed as she could. She had forgotten the meaning of that word. Airplanes filled the skies with constant humming, like giant bumblebees. Gunshots could be heard in the distance. One, two, three. Sarah didn't notice them anymore. Her hair was all grey now, and each morning her joints protested a little louder as she tried to get out of bed. She hoped it was from the cold at least, not her old age. She pulled her red shawl tighter. She needed to see this through; more than one life wa

I should have known he was not right for me. My intuition was screaming alarm for days, but I chose to ignore it. Usually I always listen to my intuition. I had known him since primary school. Not that we were the best of friends, on the contrary. Back then, he had the annoying habit of throwing rocks at me and calling me names. As a little girl, he had driven me to tears on a regular basis. I do not think it is possible for children to hate – hate is too much of an adult emotion – but I hated him as much as I could. Luckily our ways parted after primary school, and I did not have to see him again for a couple of years. Two weeks

Between dreams and nightmares lies the dark abyss of nothing and nothingness. That great everland that every sleeper fears. It consists of pure emotion, raw and unchecked. It contains every color known to man, colors that can't be seen. It holds wonders and miracles, and yet it's completely ordinary. It is everything anyone could want, it's everything you wish to avoid. It knows no safety, and yet you cannot be harmed. Every night you stand on that precipice. Every day you decide to jump. Or remain in dreams. Or remain in nightmares. That horrible dream. That lovely nightmare. Or that dark abyss. That abyss… Tempting, ye

                          Together "The hardest part is letting go." He scowled at her. "Stop sulking, you know it's true." "I'm not sulking, I've just heard this too many times from you." The expression in her eyes didn't change. "Apparently not often enough, for you are still holding on like it's your fucking child. No, that's not true. I have seen parents letting their children go. YOU hold on like it's one of your vital organs." "I'll have you know I'm a registered organ donor." "Do you think this is a

Joyfully, she looked up. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds today, permafrost invisible. She breathed in the pure air, her backpack feeling light on her back even though it was heavy. She was almost at the top. After months of preparation, and many weeks of climbing, this would be the day. She didn't know if she would reach the top. She had learned while climbing, that distances were hard to estimate. Days felt like weeks, and some weeks felt like days. Some passages seemed passable, but collapsed under the pressure of her walking stick, so she had to find another route. A couple of times, she was caught in storms and got nearly

A voice from the past. A male voice, strong and powerful. A laughing child somewhere. Is that a swing on a tree? The image fades as soon as she tries to focus, gone as fast as it came. She opens her eyes. She is in her favorite chair by the window. Outside the weather is sunny, the sky bright blue, and a small breeze rustles through the low bushes. She looks on her mothers clock in dismay. Half past 7! She has to be in school in half an hour! She stands up and walks to the other side of the room. "I still have to pack by books and make my lunch", she mumbles to herself. She walks into her bedroom. She stops in the doorway. Another flashback