E2 – Hunting

Background music for this story is Nick Cave’s “Red right hand”. If you get bored of it, Nick Cave’s “The weeping song” and “Fifteen feet of pure white snow” will fit too.

Her maid helped her dress. Some women like to wear a dress in every opportunity thinking dress makes them more lady like. Nobody told them that true qualities tend to protrude even from the most elegant dresses. She has been restless for a while now so this foreign official’s visit came in handy. Her husband felt her need to go hunting. He made it look like a treat to his guest but it was a token of his love. She loves the way he reads her.

It is summer so her maid packed few of her summer dresses for the dance in their hunting cottage. Those will be delivered by the carriage. Her horse, together with other horsemen and dogs, was waiting in front of the stables. She likes to keep them waiting. That makes them think she put extra effort to be astonishing just for them. The official brought his son with him. Now that was a charming young man. All her female companions giggled on the mention of his name. And when he entered the room, they would all stop talking and start adjusting their dresses. Sometimes she could literally feel the breeze girls would make by blinking by their eyelashes trying to seduce him. Oh and their laughter would melt the very heart of Siberia. He knew exactly what to do to get what he wants and, judging by the redness of Marie’s cheeks when she saw him this morning, he got what he wanted.

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The one that sticks out

A story for my 5-year-old but others can relate too.

He was also the one that doesn’t fit in. I mean, he had four brothers he hung out with, they were all synchronized, they even lived together because it was more convenient for them but he knew he didn’t fully belong there.

Why? Well, he was much taller than any of them. Wherever they went, he felt people are staring at him, thinking how ugly he is. His brothers were aware of that but they ignored it. Sometimes all five of them would stand in front of the mirror and he would discretely look at them. They were smiling, being proud of themselves, so he pretended he is proud of himself too. He would pretend he doesn’t notice his height. Maybe they will like him better if he is more similar to them.

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Something within – part 11: Warrior

I never hit the bottom – as I reached it, I remained hoovering. Steep cliffs were surrounding me. I could see the sky above me, but there was no way to reach it. The air was stifled but it didn’t bother me. I was mist and mists do not breathe. There was a light breeze of less stifled air coming from one of the cliffs. I let it take me into a small crack in the cliff. This crack was few meters deep and it ended in a spacious room.

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Something within – part 10: Lost and found

The darkest part of this part was inspired by Ernesto Cortazar’s “Beethoven’s silence” so I advise you to listen to it while reading this. After that try to play Schubert’s “Serenade” and “Waltz No. 2” by Dmitri Shostakovich. It will put you in the same mood I was in when writing this part.

In the afternoon she told me to leave the cave. My wounds healed up and I didn’t need her help anymore. I left it the way I entered it – through my waterfall. When I stepped on the lake bank the grass wasn’t sharp anymore, neither were rocks nor branches. It all seemed like a nightmare that ended in the cave. It was late afternoon when I left my lake. I needed to hurry up to get to the village before the night fall.

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Tower

In a village near our village but a long time ago lived a little girl with her parents. As any child of that time, she helped her parents with everyday work. Even when working she was playing with children of her age because those children were working there too and children always find the time for playing.

One day in that region came a sprite. His fame preceded him and all the grown ups were expecting his pranks. No one knew why was he behaving like that and no one tried to find out. They labeled him as such and accepted him just the way he was. Among all the children of that region, he liked to be cruel towards our little girl. He used to turn into a bird during the day and follow her around, pecking her whenever he could. And he could do it all the time, as long as no grown ups were around. At night he would turn into his sprite form and leave the girl alone.

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