The Night Pages

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Darkened Light (Conclusion)

An hour later, I stood on the grassy square of Museumplein. The gothic Rijksmuseum loomed large and ominous in front of me. The more modern Van Gogh museum stood to my left. Its grey, sharp contours cut into the clear blue sky, and its reflective glass panels shone the sun back into my eyes. A group... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Darkened Light (Part Three)

One week later, I returned to the scene of the accident. There was nothing at the metro station to even hint that I had lost my life for fifty-three seconds. What did I expect, a plaque? Anything would’ve been nice. But then, time, like everything else, would’ve erased even that. It felt good to get... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 14, 2008

The Darkened Light (Part Two)

I spooned the porridge, reluctant to eat it. My leg ached early in the morning. It hurt to breathe, and I still sported the bruises on my chest and arms. Physical wounds were easy to recover from. Bones will knit back together; bruises will discolour and fade away. It’s always the emotional scars... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

The Darkened Light (Part One)

Three days ago, I saved a woman. My dreams hint at a tram, people screaming, and my slow pursuit towards her. I wake up before I reach her. But I know it happened. My broken tibia, three cracked ribs and host of internal injuries are testament to my act of bravery – or stupidity. But it’s not that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Spring Flowers (Conclusion)

I’ve often pictured her sliver of a ghost searching the grimy walls of the ground floor apartment. I’ve often imagined them all trapped in the mists of time, searching for a way out of a world that they don’t belong in. I’ve sensed them following me, clawing and cursing me. I know I’m safe: ghost... Sign in to see full entry.

Spring Flowers (Part Two)

Darkness propelled me towards her. I inhaled her soft scent lifting off from her pale skin. I tensed my fingers around her shoulders as if trying to dig deep to find the passion, the life squeezed inside. Holding my captured breath, I waited for her scream to bring noise to the silent night around... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Spring Flowers (Part One)

The prettiest girls make the prettiest graves. It’s true. How do I know? I’ve buried a few in my time. You think I’m some kind of monster, don’t you? I know your self-righteous type; you go to church on a Sunday and then beat your kids Monday to Saturday. I know you like to dress up in your wife’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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