[Pearlista]

I will post the short stories that I made or I will make in this thread para hindi makalat sa forum..

And as always, lahat ng gagawin kong short story ay still dedicated pa rin kay letter L sa L. I. L. Y.....

Troubled Reverie
Darkness loomed as the rain thundered against the small roof of the store he happened to be in. He hardly cared though as he lifted the bottle to his lips and emptied it. Soon, he will be free of a lingering disease called emptiness. The 'Red Horse Solution' indeed is handy. It's after-effect is beginning to commence.
Paying his due, he briskly ran towards his car. Half-staggering, he managed to get in and start it.
Feeling light-headed, he felt the hurt dissipating. With the hurt almost gone, it was too easy to imagine her sitting right next to him. Too easy to dream. Yet he knew it is not. A girl's silhouette materialized at the corner of his mind.
"Why can't I be over you?" he said, half to himself and half to the girl next him.
The girl smiled sadly.
"You're so selfish, you know that? You could've at least told me, but then.." he said, shrugging.
The girl shook her head.
"None of your excuses this time. None of those tiresome speeches." he said smiling.
The girl smiled.
She's always the defensive one, arguing endlessly about their responsibilities for the just cause of mankind. An idealist. Like him. Their ideals almost always causes them trouble. How they always managed to get through, they have no idea, but the last one cost them very dearly.
"I can still remember our first encounter, your haughty demeanor and your airs." he laughed.
The girl returned a frown.
"There you go again." he laughed.
This time, the girl smiled.
"The editor asked me to stop 'leisuring'," he laughed,"but of course, he doesn't know.." he stopped laughing and frowned.
The girl smiled.
His weakness to alcohol drinking is a known fact to all of his close friends. He would end up vomiting and losing his self control after a few bottles. That is the easy part, for his hangovers are the worst of it. And not to say of his rashes.
But then he told her his true feelings after she beat him in a drinking match. He was sick for a week and has to endure rashes for a month. It's all worth it though, for she took care of him the whole week he's sick.
"Yes, of course I remember, how could I forget that night, must've been embarrassing for you to have me shouting how much I love you at that bar in front of all that people." he said .
The girl shook her head lightly then smiled.
How could he forget, until now, he's been avoiding that place.
"You know what? I'm almost finished with our love story, anyway, the white dress you're now wearing isn't like you at all, a touch of black would make that more like you. I missed wearing our uniform." he said.
The girl smiled.
She likes black and white, like him. Their 'uniforms' are two identical tees that they wear whenever they feel like it.
"Do you think I should let it be published? Some of our more private secrets are there." he winked at her.
The girl nodded.
Entering the expressway, he is unconscious that he's gathering speed. 60-80-100..
"You know what, my life is a bore without you. No one to argue with, no one to fuss with. And no, she can't replace you." he sighed.
The girl shook her head.
"I'm tired." he murmured. I miss you, he could've said.
Each day has been a tasteless gruel for him, a torture to endure, and then sweet, temporary relief at night. It's been always like this since the day..
He knew what would happen next, he would end up in his room, drunk but not nauseating. She would sleep in his bed with him, wrapped in his arms, she would be in his dreams too. His dreams are often short glimpses of the times they were together. Then he would wake up, and she's gone. Another day of boring routine.
And then his goddamned work.
His workmates. Friends.
They will make fun of him, asking him between outbursts to go to a psychiatrist and seek help.
They did not believe in him.
Just a dream.. Extreme depression.. Alcohol.. Drugs?
"What do you think I should do?" he asked.
Tears flow from her eyes.
"Please don't cry, I can't stand you crying, you know that." he said, trying to comfort her.
Despite of her tears, she smiled.
Her tears had been always his weakpoint. Fierce arguments would often end with him consenting to her wishes. But then the last time she cried still haunts him until now.
A fitting remembrance for an ending tale.
"Why did you do that? How could you not tell me!?" he asked furiously.
Her hand found his. He shook off her hand.
"I might have joined you, we could have both.." was all he could say.
He swallowed a lump building in his throat. This is madness. A world without her. A cold world devoid of the girl that keeps him alive.
"Those bastards. They will all go to hell! The police said it is impossible to find out because there were no witnesses." he laughed, hysterically. The girl only shook her head.
"We should've faced them together!" he bellowed, as streams of tears flow from his eyes.
The girl squeezed his hand.
He should've known that their lives were both in danger when they started to write stinging articles about the fraud that happened during the recent election. The vast resources of the party that won ensured that they will always find a plethora of death threats from their workplace to their houses. The last one though is different.
"Instead you faced them alone a-and.. That phone call.. Y-you lied.." he stopped, he could not go on.
He could not, for the life of him forget the phone call that turned out to be their last conversation.
'hi, are you busy?' she asked, her tone losing her usual good natured mood.
'usually, but not to someone as pretty as you.' he said, trying to ease her.
She laughed, a forced and shaky one.
'come on, what's the problem?' he asked uneasily.
'oh, nothing, I just want you to know how, how m- much I-I love you,' she stopped and he could hear her nearing tears.
'I love you too, you're at the office? Let's talk about it,' he said, worryingly.
'no, no, I'm fine, I, uhm, I'll miss you.' she said' finally breaking into tears.
'what are you talking about, are you leaving?' he asked panicking.
'in a manner, yes' she laughed despite her tears.
'please don't do this, is this a joke? It's not funny.'
She laughed, 'of course it is a joke, silly, I love you.'
'God, you'll have me worried sick! I love you too.' he sighed, but then he felt that something isn't right.
'goodbye, I love you. I always will.'
'I love you too, see you later.' he would swear to God he heard her sobbing.
Minutes later, she's on the news.
He watched the news with his heart breaking.
"Why?" was all he could ask.
The girl said nothing as tears flow from her eyes like rain drops.
He could imagine her crying while driving her car as it was chased by her assailants.
He could hear her silent whimpers.
He could smell the perfume he gave her that she's fond of using.
He could see the pursuing cars through the rear mirror.
He could taste the saltiness of her tears as it coursed through her lips.
He could feel her fear as she bid him her last goodbye 'til she hung-up, and with it, her love.
"We're together now, death will not separate us again. I can no longer endure waking up every morning without you by my side." he said as he gripped the steering wheel.
Her hand tried to stop him.
She couldn't.
Both of her hands tried.
He couldn't.
Her eyes met his, "I won't let them take you away from me again!"
With grim resolve, he floored his car.
'Don't do this' her voice rang in his mind.
"There's nothing else left for me to do."
'So much about your pride, why are you running away from this? Start again.'
"Pride eh? It died the day I met you. There are no more fresh starts, it all ended when death took you away!"
'Find another, you won't be alone for long.'
"Later, 'you won't be alone'."
'Don't throw your life away, please.'
"You're my life, there is no more 'life' left for me."
'Don't be stubborn, if you really love me you will go on with your life.'
"If you really love me, you will support me with this, please? Free me from this torture."
'Please..'
"Hey there, I will hear no more useless rhetoric from you, young lady. I'm doing this not only for you but for myself as well, so don't you dare make my love for you as leverage. Are you with me?"
'You're so stubborn, you know that.'
"Oh, but that's our shared trait. For the record you're much more stubborn than me."
She sighed and later on smiled.
He smiled.
"You know what, I would trade the whole world for that smile."
She relaxed her hold of his hand and gently squeezed it.
He let go of the steering wheel and looked at her.
And yes, she's still the most beautiful girl in the world.
His heart missed a beat as he looked at her eyes. He once remarked those eyes could replace the stars in the sky.
And they still could.
A large truck loomed, not very far from his car, it's moving towards his direction.
He didn't care, as he was lost in her lovely eyes. Everything is of secondary importance now that he got her back.
"I love you."
'I love you, too.'
Redemption is at hand.
He's free.
They're free.
A bewildered truck driver.
The blinding lights.
The loud horns from everywhere.
The screeching tires.
His heart pounding just like the first time their eyes met.
The last thing he felt was the softness of her lips as he fall into oblivion..
-*- what do you think? all comments are welcome..

[Pearlista]

Essays and Stories I've posted here sa SB

1 Year Sa SB
Untitled Story
Tribute
Another Untitled
Sentifreak
Science and Love
Self Redemption
Wizard's First Rule
Stages of Unreciprocated Love
Dissolution
Byzantism
A dream
Calling of the Left

[Iyay]

That was..wow. Sad, yes, but remarkable. I'll be waiting for more of your stories. God bless!

[Pearlista]

I imagined and wrote that story when I was at my lowest point, yung tipong all of my frustrations in life were all arraigned before me..

[demonyita]

wow! what a story....

it made me cry...

I can imagine his emptiness.. oh my...

sorry i'm speechless... I just can relate to those emotions...

[Pearlista]

Redeemed
Part 1

The sweet scent of rose water pervaded the whole city as Greek Christians watched in horror at the consecration of the Hagia Sophia as a Mosque. It has been 3 days since the new emperor, Mehmet II had entered Constantinople after successfully capturing the city. Some openly wept at the desecration of the images as Janissaries systematically strip religious items from the cathedral. Loukas Chalconydes however just looked passively as he clutched an amulet in his pocket. For a Porphyrogene, it is unwise for him to stay, the barbarian emperor personally executed almost all of the remaining nobility of the fallen empire. Among them his friend and namesake Loukas Notaras, executed for defending his son from the pedophilic urges of the ottoman emperor. Sooner or later Phanariotes vying for the favour of the new rulers of the fallen city will report him as a relative of Constantine Palaeologus and thus a possible contender. He didn't seem to care though, a lethargic smile creased on his face as the sun gradually set.
"Loukas!" a voice called from behind him.
"What is it Demetrios?" he asked putting the amulet in his pocket as he faced his friend.
Demetrios pulled him closer and whispered,"A Genoese ship will come after the Vespers tonight, collect some of your belongings and we will escape to Genoa!"
His excitement hardly made an impact on him.
"From Pera?" he asked.
"Of course not, from Caffa." Demetrios answered.
Good, he thought, the Genoese from Pera have no intention of being expelled from their colony for helping a Greek nobleman. And come to think of it, Giovanni Giustiniani was a Genoese.
"Caffa?" he asked, Caffa is a Genoese colony at the southern tip of the Crimea.
"Yes, the latin pope apparently wants to lead a Crusade to recover the city from these beasts."
"Oh really?" absurd, he thought, absurd as the delusion of some Greeks during the siege that John Hunyadi will save the city. No John Hunyadi or Prester John came to relieve Constantinople.
"You don't believe me, Loukas, don't you?"
He smiled faintly, "Of course I don't."
"Get on with your life, Loukas, someday we will avenge the deaths of our love ones." Demetrios said, eyes brimming with tears.
"I guess so." he shrugged and slowly walked away.
He wondered how he will be received by the Latins, as a close friend of Notaras, he became a supporter of anti-unionists. Right, he thought, the muslim turban is indeed in the city and the latin mitre is nowhere to be found.
He could hear the turkish imam asking the infidels to pray. The way of the heathens.
Islam. A religion of peace. Looting, pillaging and abusing, 3 things that characterized the unruly army Mehmet II has brought with him. The things that he witnessed first hand perfectly resembled the stories his father told him about the Latin sack of the city way back his great grandfather. Maybe one of his fore fathers also lost someone they cared most.
He laughed and continued walking towards the Church of the Holy Apostles for the Vespers.

[Pearlista]

Part 2

Arriving at the Church, he could see some turkish soldiers laughing at the corner, not mindful of the Greeks glaring at them. Their lack of respect showing how degraded their souls are. The new Patriarch, Gennadius Scholarius is an anti-unionist too like him. The vespers dragged on with the elaborate Byzantine ritual. He could see Demetrios and a handful of Greeks looking at him, so he nodded to satisfy them. They wanted him to lead the new Crusade. He sighed. Maybe with the Crusade, he could make up for his cowardice when Irene.. He permitted his thoughts not to go on any further. He could feel his heart beating fast just like the time bashi bazouks or ottoman irregulas broke through their house and.. He closed his eyes as his fingers felt the cold steel of the amulet and when he opened them back, the Vespers is over. Gennadius approached him.
"Loukas!" the Patriarch smiled.
He gave the Patriarch a grave smile and quickly went out the church.
Outside, Demetrios is waiting for him.
"Loukas!" he called.
"What?" he asked irritably.
"The ship is here." he whispered.
"I won't go with you." he said.
Demetrios is shocked,"But, you should be our leader! Don't be mad, the heathens will kill you!"
"Is life worth living then in the arms of the latins?"
"I know what you mean, I'm anti-unionist too, but there's no hope here, Loukas. Look at what they've done to Irene," Demetrios started to say but Loukas cut him off,"Don't you dare use her to persuade me in joining A lost cause!"
Demetrios is stricken to hear him saying that the city is lost to the Turks permanently. He wanted to punch him, but then his eyes were brimming with tears.
Loukas immediately regretted having said those words, Demetrios has lost his lover too.
"I'm sorry, it's just that.."
"No, I understand, so you're not coming?" Demetrios said, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"I'll come." he conceded.
Demetrios smiled,"Where are your things?"
"I will bring none."
"Alright, I'll give you some of mine."
They went slowly to the docks.
He has been given a chance to redeem himself, but then there's no Irene to watch him. No Irene to listen to his jokes. No Irene to watch the sun set on the vast Bosphorus Strait. No Irene to serenade with his crude voice.
Then they heard a girl screaming.
He started to go to the direction of the screaming, but Demetrios stopped him.
"Not now, Loukas."
He could see his father in him, the night bashi bazouks are ransacking their house. The night Irene was pinned down to the floor by five bashi bazouks. The night his father asked him to stop.
He ran towards the screams and Demetrios ran after him. Before him are three Turks having their way with a girl. He looked madly at the girl being violated, the same way he looked at Irene as the bashi bazouks violated her. Demetrios tugged him away.
"Loukas, please don't, they will just kill you."
Just like what his father told him the night Constantinople fell.
He could see the girl looking at him, eyes wide open with fright. Irene's eyes looking at him for help. Irene's eyes wondering why he is just staring at her doing nothing. Irene's eyes pleading. A bashi bazouk smiling like a devil as he grappled Irene. The lewd words. Irene stopped screaming and just looked at him. In her eyes he could see hatred.
"No!" he cried as he lunged towards the laughing Turks.
Everything seemed to slow down as he saw his father being slain for being a Porpyrogene, Loukas Notaras being beheaded, the Turks as they stream through the broken wall, the screaming daughters of Constantinople, Constantine Palaeologus as he threw his royal regalia to fight to the end and Irene smiling.
He felt contentment as a sword finished him from behind..
-this is fiction guys, pagpasensyahan niyo na ang historical inaccurancies, pero this is my first time na sumulat ng story na may historical background..

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