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About Me
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My name is ...
I came to Australia for studies. Whatever i like is in the interests so i wont write many things here. I hope you enjoy my Blog as much as i enjoy writing in it.
Time and time again comes when i think the years of past. The things i’ve done the memories that i kept good or bad, memories are memories and no matter what you do they will stay unless they are really useless.
Thinking of the past i realize that i have never done anything. Well not anything... I’ve done things that i wanted all my life but what we want to do is not always right is it? But then again even if i had the chance of going back in time just to change something i would probably leave everything the way they are.
One thing to say is that as you can see is that i have to write for too many months now and yes many things happened. Too many....
So for now I’ll leave you with just that.
Just wanted to remind you that i am still alive! :D
Tonight I saw a stranger. He was the type of stranger you see once in a life time. Maybe not even then. It was 12.01 at night when I left my house and I know because the coo coo clock made that weird coo coo noise, that has nothing to do with the real noise an owl do, just when i locked the door. It's something I do. Leaving late at night just before I go to bed, strolling down the road just for a smoke. He was standing at the far end, few steps behind the light column but again at the same line, looking straight at me. I could not see the facial characteristics probably because of the whole light disposition but few I could make out. Long hair, and a white pale face. His eyes though... His eyes were the most strange of all. Glittering from the nights light, deep red and big. Have you ever faced a situation that its most dangerous and difficult but still felt the desire to accomplish it? Well that was me at that minute. Terrified and afraid i might say but i kept on moving. As if someone was pushing me cause I remember clearly thinking of turning back and even trying to but with no result. I was being sucked by a typhoon and my body just moved by it self. No control. I was now a step before, and his face was as clear as the stars upon us and the whole moon. Black long hair and a pale face as of the dead. But he was alive and i could even smell his breath and hear his heart beating. But maybe not. Maybe he was in the middle. He made a move with his hand as of to touch my face and suddenly pulled back. He watched my neck. Was it my neck or the cross i was wearing. I couldn't be sure. But he laughed. "The night is young and you are.. oh so pure. I will come back of that be sure and that time you will do as i command." The wind blew faster and his hair got in front his face and his cape flew beneath us and what happened then i still wonder. I closed my eyes to protect them from the air and when i opened them again he was gone. Gone in thin air.
I will be waiting i say. And when you come I will be ready.
Waking up to find him self laying on the street. It wasn't the first time though and he easily got up and easily got to the closest bar to drink again. Loosing her was much more than he could bare and the alcohol was the only thing that could make memories go away. What a mistake. Cause drink after drink memories kept coming one after another. Friends meant nothing anymore and life that most of the times is short for him was long... long because of the thoughts that he couldnt bare holding anymore and one day he decided to leave. He drank and drank and when the time came... he pulled the trigger. His friends found him and in the pool of blood surrounding him a little note: "I will love her forever"
No one ever knew how she felt. And friends and strangers kept talking behind her back. She tried to hide the smell of drink behind her smile and she did well. But at the lone nights she drank her self to death. And when it was no more bearable anymore for her that long long life she decided to finish it there. She drank and drank and when the time came she pulled the trigger. When the next day she was found and there inside the pool of blood his photograph. They buried her next to him so they can be together for ever. And since life was not for them anymore may death be!
In my, rather small, experience of reading books I realized that there are books that you read in the day and books that you read in darkness. But, alas, do not misunderstand stranger and when you find your self reading Bram Stokers, Dracula, have as much light as possible. You will need it when you finish to pull you out of darkness.
Today ( as most of the days for the past year ) i went to the library looking for a book that might help me write my new short story.
Looking through the selves of a huge library as this one was far more difficult as I thought in the beggining and it took me a while till I even find the Horror Section.
"Are you looking for something particular young lad?" Said the old man.
When i turned my head a man of 70 years of age was standing there looking at me from above ( since i had kneeled trying to find my book).
He was wearing huge glasses and he had white long hear and beard that nearly reached his belt. He was half my size and thin with really old clothes. My first thought was that he must be a beggar but, as usually, :) i was wrong.
I said that I am looking an old edition of Bram Stokers book, Dracula.
"Just to your right second selve bottom, up."
Indeed It was at that position and happily i found the first edition which i hoped for. 1897.
"Awesome! Thanks" "No worries lad. I remember reading that book more than 50 years ago. By that time I was studying History at a Oxford University and there was a huge fuss about it. One day, which i still remember that it was mid December, I got the book from my University library and headed to the small flat that I use to live in. Just one room. The sensation took over me and I read the whole book in 1 day. And I absolutely loved it then as much as I love it now. You know... I believe you felt the same feeling once or twice... The creaking noise of the door closing... the weird noises outside the window... the weird feeling that someone is watching you...." His face at that time seemed so enthustiastic that i could actually feel exactly what he meant together with seeing him as he might be 50 years ago reading Bram's Stoker book inside a small room God knows where.... " You know what? Maybe I'll take the chance of reading it again today... though i think it would probably take me more than one day to read it this time... You see... I got older :) " "Don't worry" i said smilling " I am sure it will take me more than one day too"
