Fragments

#15

He gently brushed a few strains of hair out of her face and behind her ear, trying to hold onto the picture of her sleeping body. Their bodies exhausted but...

#14

The balcony doors were open and the drapes danced slowly on the soft breeze as it entered the apartment. Although it was only early May, the temperature was comfortable and...

#13

… Ze staarde naar mijn handen. Zocht steun, zocht vertrouwen. Ik wilde haar graag geloven, maar ik kon mezelf er niet toe zetten. Wat er in de afgelopen dagen was...

#12

The universe around her was empty and silent as its weight crushed onto her shoulders. She was exhausted and drained empty. Her eyes were red and burning, no more tears...

#11

There was an echo resonating through the darkness. The words were muffled and I could not understand what she said. I could feel her moving against me as she was...

#10

The smell of coffee and freshly baked pancakes filled the small kitchen as Warren walked in. Even though it was still dark outside and the world was cold this winter...

#9

I recognised so much of myself in her as I was staring into her empty eyes. The carelessness with which she wielded her sword as it plowed through the bodies,...

#8

Als de wereld mijn thuis was, waarom voelde ik mij dan zo verdwaald? Wat ik in haar ogen las, was mijn eigen angst. Even hield de wereld op te bestaan....

#7

Panic started to make its way into my head. She always did this when things got a little tense between us. The cynical comments, the rude jokes. I could feel...

#6

Her mind was racing down a dead-end street. The cold had settled in her body and made it numb. She did not feel the wind pulling on her. Trying to...

#5

‘It starts with one thing. Always with one, seemingly meaningless thing. A look, a touch, a kiss. Going by unnoticed or not reciprocated soon enough. Or right enough. One little...

#4

‘You stole a little piece of my soul when I drowned in your eyes. A little bit of every breath I take you took from me. Every thought of you...

#3

‘You see, time is a funny thing. Seemingly etching its way through our reality. But the supposed linearity of it only comes from our own man-made devices. I always imagined...

#2

‘Who l am?’ ‘Hmmm. I guess part who I want you to think I am. And part who you think I am.’ ‘Please think me a beautiful person.’

#1

‘I tried to wash the screaming pain from my soul. But all it lay bare was the dark, cold ruin of my heart.’