Etiqueta: Drawlloween

I didn’t believe in ghosts and ghost didn’t believe in me. Or at least it didn’t use to…. Until last week. A month ago, I was taking a bath. It was one of those long, long baths with bubbles and salts and candles. So I was there, totally relaxing from a busy day with tons…

The burning smell told her the Zodiac grinder had spelt its last moments. She watched the light of the ceiling sparkling to the power of a sudden electricity burst. Was this all? No! For disgraces come in three. Everybody knows that. Just this morning she remembered the last night she had to grind teeth because…

Step, step, step.Something at my heels.I can’t reach the door.Inside, with no probable cause.Trapped mouse. Mirror, mirror,Hanging on the wall;Can you tell why is the house derailed? One, two, three downstairs,Into underground mistakes,A cobweb shawl of regrets. The closet pervaded by evil,Inside the corpse of my lad.Where shall we try,That new axe I despair?

About to chime,About to tell,How much I’ve lazed.Aye, no big name myself.Standing there,The midnight bells.The bells that ring at midnight their spell.

The rest of the room is in darkness. The only light there is the screen of the computer.His face is ragged. There’s dark under  his eyes and there’s a prickly stubble. Plus, he has a ketchup stain on the hoodie, almost a part of the brown fabric and invisible therefore, but still there. A message…

The stars spin around me while the engine’s silence tells me I’m going to die. And it seems like my fall goes as slow as the snow flakes coming with me to the ground. I close my eyes and see myself driving a lorry to Florinda? Anyplace as long as it is warm. I’m just…

Tlic, tlac, tloc. Plop. The rain falls from the roof on the camellias whilst she waits. Her big hay hat to cover her face when she delivers the meat.Inside the room, she knows of the blood and bodily fluids. Of her timed pain. She had done the same once. Screams and grunting and finally silence.…

To the right of the main street, on a short alley that looked like the moon, were the doors to Hell. And since that was the name of the saloon, we jokingly would say things like «Let’s go to Hell» those afternoons when there was nothing else to do but lull the afternoon with a…

Outside the chubby lavender villa, there was this reddish guy admiring the «On sale» board. He would press a cotton handkerchief on his nose from time to time until he wheezed like an old toy and entered the house. Inside, an smell to old decaying money was beginning to stench. Enrico placed his hand on…

Matins. They woke up and it wasn’t there. The body wasn’t there anymore! Fray Gère looked up to the eyes of Fray Dejan who made one of those faces. Fray Gère put his hand inside the coffin. Sometimes, when you think you have lost your quill sharpener, it appears exactly in the same pocket you…