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Dark tales ( a part of my new book )

prologue

    After being so brutally snatched near my sweetheart days full of despair followed by repeated attempts to get back into her world. In vain I tried to slip in focus or dream until it was all surrounded by barriers that we could not win.

At last, exhausted, I split my soul piece waste, to sustain worlds and at least they should be happy and I was pulled into the real world. I was drained of any feeling cold and empty also sidereal space. I saw my real life like an automaton, performing what I asked without thinking, without feeling, just by virtue of inertia.

The hardest part was my night sleep no matter how tired coming so I was still sitting on the bed and looked through the window at the stars begging them to keep me still empty of all feeling.

After a while through my window began to see the moon, initially as a bright arc of a circle of the then growing up to get perfectly round and shiny. Then I remembered that there Moon Goddess and began to pray them.

I prayed so intensely that she listened to me and went down on a beam of blue light through the window beside my bed. He listened to my prayers and finally smiling caressed me on the cheek

. At felt wet tears when stretched fan and picking a tear to one of the blades. He watched fascinated as the tear and a much later said:

-          You're as empty and cold as outer space! All I can do for you is to open to you my realm, Shadow World. It is a cold world and dark, the shadows come alive and each has her story. I'll teach you to listen!

She leaned on my pasted perfumed red lips on my lips so any hint of absorbing heat or light from me.

So I discovered that in the deepest darkness I have a shadow ......

Twilight bitter

Created 10/06/2014 The other day I said that I saw “my unrequited love” and that this turned me inside out but it was just that, there was something that gave me cover. Now that I more or less quiet, I want to tell you all that I have lived in a few hours ..... ..... I left work after the program and on the way home market was the first stopping point. The list is large, quickly filled two large bags of raffia. It was hot, I was dressed as the morning was really cold thick, bags were heavy and tired, I barely crawled home. I had about 20 yards to go up the street leading to my building when I see in my face girl you call "my love unrequited." It was on the sidewalk, with the child by the hand and was talking to someone. And she saw me because he started to turn his head towards me when when to party. I passed by it, throwing all our eyes and we overcame it all with the thought that even this time fate was against me. I had my hands full with luggage and she was with child and talk to a person and After 10 meters I turned on the street that I was going to block and I did only a few steps and I felt watched. I turn my head and see how passing through the street, baby hand and looking at me. So I went further, I'm staring back at her, watching her get away, went up the street and disappeared after a block. I just got home, not feeling the weight bags, I was not tired but turned upside down because this time either, a-7-a time I failed to introduce myself and to leave a business card with my details. After so many years of exchanging glances want to give him a chance to converse with me if you want to. I ate with thoughts lost and with a heavy heart but I knew mockery planned by fate is not over yet. I had a way to do ..... I get a call from my parents who wanted to give me some trays and grates from the stove. They had taken a new one and I needed them to bake more pies at once. Do not change me, only my shoes and go. For short stay only 2 bus stops, do I still get nothing but the keys and have among the blocks with his hands in his pockets and thoughtfully. Get faster and get two big bags of raffia that no longer leg but it punches well gather the thought that maybe I'll download it because of nerves made cynical fate. I had no idea what was coming and how sadistic can be the fate of us men ..... Out of the building where my parents live and I head to the bus station because the bags were heavy and darkness begins to fall apart. Arriving at the station leave the bags down, overturning an infernal noise of empty tables and I get to watch the sunset reflected in the windows of the building across the street waiting bus. My mind was taken by "unrequited love" but the 6 th Sense warns me that they looked Eyes rotate station away from me and I see a girl turned to face me. A swiftly and without intent, so that a finding of a present .... around 18, long blonde hair copper height between 1.60 and 1.50, well connected and attractive forms .... . Las assessment for the station bus stop, grab bags with hope and get on at the back door because it is more room on the platform and let the bags down and I start bar near the door and a glimpse sideways as she goes door next to the driver. The bus stop was only one person, so that was standing at the door in the middle. All seats were free. I see that through all the bus and sits in the last row of chairs facing me and take out she’s phone and begin to look at the screen, leaving me time to keep me a notice. Only now, at the light, I see better and remain stunned. It has a smooth skin, white, a little doll's mouth, in fact all her looks like a doll and when finished reading, put the phone in his pocket and looked up at me a couple of huge gray-green eyes ..... I can feel her eyes scanned me from head to foot and then how it clicks in my eyes. I blush all, just like a kid, I'm wearing a tracksuit trousers and a flannel shirt and sort of standing have some tennis shoes are all homemade clothes, worn  ..... and more and carry around two bags with raffia table .... looks exactly like the homeless who gather irons and bottles to sell them and earn a half of vodka genocide. We sat and watched it, I was fascinated by the contrast between the mouth of those tiny, beautifully shaped lips, full and huge eyes. I have not even felt when they passed two stations and had to get off. I left the station and we still looked up bus departed too much longer to see. I collapsed on the bench in the station and my head several times in the pillar which supported the roof of the station to calm down, that I could tell .... Who am I? I shook her beauty and her gaze lowered to the depths of my soul, breaking the old doors locked and giving forth feelings seized there forever? And if we were talking, wonder what I could to give myself who are at the twilight of life ...... Perhaps it's better to stay with the memory of a beautiful girl, i do not know her and i will not see her again ..... by Tonko Alexander

Drumul The best story writen by me

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An impossible love

Today marks three years since I graduated from Starfleet Academy and we have not excelled in any field and in terms of human relationships was I was corijent distribution as: Supervision Barrier.

Barrier ..... the strangest natural phenomenon in the universe!

When Starfleet reached the barrier, following the stories of other civilizations already have the age of the universe . Scientific Department has spent years and years studying the energy field and found that perfectly isolates the universe's expansion . They installed a network of surveillance satellites, space stations and set up a division to handle the monitoring, repair and maintenance of this network .

Here we were assigned had no one because I was not sociable and I do not bother to being alone for extended periods. A patrol take months and was the most boring thing possible . Pilot a shuttle from one satellite to another, stopped long enough to make a check-board computer and download data from the satellite and go to the next. My presence was not absolutely necessary, I the role of make decisions .

My fun was to wear spacesuit and add extra oxygen tanks and arrived in space shuttle towed let myself .

I love to float one between the two universes, is perfectly transparent barrier could watch two worlds simultaneously ......

What nicer gift could make my fate when I was celebrating 3 years of service than sending me event: the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a ship on the other side of the barrier. Move in the opposite direction than mine and if I had not been out, towed, I would have had no chance to glimpse .

On the sleeve remote I ordered several flares launch a parallel course with the ship spotted and ordered the return on and off. In turn, foreign ship turned and stopped and she slowly reached up to my right and went back to the top for me as a hold.

I looked at foreign ship and thought how I could communicate intensely for anything but light does not light breaks through the barrier ...... ...... monitor ..... That's it! I rushed in and pulled the shuttle's on-board computer monitor out of the shuttle and I installed it as I could close the barrier, we have a camera and a reflector.

I ordered rolling contact program that I use whenever fleet encountered a new civilization and I put on waiting ..... It did not take too long and someone came vessel, a human-looking creature, head , two hands, two legs, dressed in black space suit, armored, with a helmet that shows only two fascinating eyes.

He brought something like my monitor and installed in front of and after finishing approached me. Stood face to face, floating in space separated by barrier ..... I just stretched out his hand and touched barrier, had done many times, but now if I did the first time. Being on the other side and she stretched out her hand and put my palm slap ..... I felt a strong push. At that time he began to sound the alarm suit because I did not have oxygen, unfortunately I showed pointer and made a sign to ship. He nodded and was headed to her ship.

Shuttle arrived, I gave only helmet off and sat in the pilot seat turned on the camera mounted on the monitor and commanding display on monitor outside my image on a corner of the screen, it was not long and my screen in corner of her image appeared.

I was breathless, those big emerald eyes, black hair than space, shape lips, it was fascinating to her beauty

I sat and waited for the two computers to establish a common language so we can communicate, and this time only watched ......

Perhaps there will be a common language but I was never satisfied that had met my ideal of beauty and could not ask for more from fate, our reach without barrier could mean the end of everything is there for that beyond the barrier was antimatter. ......

By  Tonko Alexandru

Part of Chapter II of my book

About muses

Lost muse! Who found to wash the head with it ........ Tuesday, 07. April 2009 Time 0:20 I know this is an outdated topic, treated by many users and often but please have mercy on me I can feel differently than you .......... Eventually I have not withstood so many requests and I dropped dead from lack of sleep. I did not sleep much but very deep and quiet, slipping dream was smooth, almost imperceptible, but at one point I felt something inside me break. Did not hurt anything, just in front of me was a lady huge, larger than a block, clad in a white toga. I never like Beauty killed after ancient Greek statues but it must have looked goddesses. Situated at her feet as the necessary bow begged inspiration. No answer! I grabbed the edge boldly togas and pulled several times shouting: - Auntie! Auntie! A little inspiration please! Nothing! Hulk turned and left the earth rang with her steps. Ok so! Yes! Do not give anything! Las' that you see awe of me! ............ Ready! For now I'll write only about topics very real, flesh. Thrill virtual love gives me circling Sunday, January. August 2010 Time 4:08 That I talked of love, I want to tell you that everything you take on Buffalo at Target Cupid, rather it brings about two representatives of the fair sex that confuse and make him dream. First, around the age of 30, with light brown hair, slender, with a face like a cat, my eyes pale transmitted by a high dose of mischief, especially since has thin lips. The second, much younger, with a mane of blond hair and a baby face, I draw the body more robust, more full. Light blue eyes have a look astonished. What can I say ..... that particular pass through places where I might întîlnii although I road there that morning bus would expect the climb and not going in the direction where I just need to profit from the crowds and sink my face their hair ..... I'll stop here, until they become too romantic ..... Let's see which I choose as muse, the inspiration for stories and dreams. I found a new muse! Sunday, August. August 2010 Time 2:24 Much of the time this week I spent choosing new muse. We analyzed the two contenders for the title, I weighed in every way and I chose. Decisive was the frequency with which we met by chance. Here's my new muse: girl with blue blouse Picture taken from afar and without seeing me so I can remain anonymous. Now, I'll be busy are building dreams, fantasy scenarios of a life beside her and with her, to describe my feelings for her and many other thoughts, which I promise I'll read them as soon as they crystallize in my soul . Miss Muse Sunday, 19. September 2010 Time 2:44 I miss my muse! 5 whole days I have not spotted creature nor I felt his presence. I walked all the bezmeticul stasis that passes and I know it. I was hiding behind the tree in front of her building, waiting to come time to leave but the door remained closed. I returned in the evening and waited to return, all shrouded but if not gone, I knew not where I expected to come yet. I miss to see her blond hair fluttering in the wind. I miss seeing them sausages and freckled little nose. I miss to see her blue eyes full of curiosity and light. I miss seeing them gathered in a fleshy lips Botic angry child. I miss seeing them skin smooth, flawless and untouched by the sun. Tonight I waited more than ever, fumînd cigarette, cigarette, hoping that I'll go to bed with her image in mind but did not appear. We know, we talked, we looked only briefly whenever we crossed steps. This does not mean that you will not find in the future of my love and searing silent. But until then maybe you'll find out that the museum can be fired! Spiral destiny Sunday, 26. September 2010 Time 2:44. I was deciding whether to tell the tale but a good friend and loved me in the real world, Aang, convinced me, with much difficulty, to tell you ...... May ....... day of longing balling my muse and behold fate listened and turned tears into grains of hope. Why just last Wednesday, in the afternoon, we went out for daily visits to clients. I stopped at an intersection of streets and started to make phone calls I can determine the route. Suddenly, my muse appears around the corner, and head and she hurried to me talking on the phone. It hides behind me and shows me two dogs that track. We proceed in the direction from which he came, still talking to both phones. We go up to my dogs and I desmeticesc, step increases and disappears from me. I sat and watched stunned enter in the building where he lives, not having a chance to tell him anything. I am comforted, however now I have a reason to go to talk to her or even say hello. There are even unknown to her ......

by Tonko Alexander

I've been published!

A story was published. It is the first time I see my name in a magazine. I hope to work further. Pocestea can be found on page 48.

http://issuu.com/mallynna/docs/numarul_6

Translated story you can read here

http://bizonul1960.deviantart.com/journal/The-key-343030633