I’ve always loved your eyes. They truly are windows to your loving soul.
All tagged short story
Heartbreak, proposals, excitement and fear. Sara takes us on a fascinating journey across the floors and corridors of a hotel and gives us glimpses into the rooms.
It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
"The judge will see to the punishment! Where is this drunken driver?” Foaming at his mouth, Barabaninian’s eyes darted everywhere as if they’d return to the scene of the crime. “Or perhaps it was their bestial buffalo. I could smell their droppings from my front door. Either way, this buffalo wagon must be found before it escapes the town!"
“I’m lost. I’m lost in a maze of my own making. It is deeply familiar, yet I do not know it at all. Maybe I am destined to roam this vast unknown for eternity. Have my stars led me astray?”
“I am watching everything in front of me, noting one thing after another in my mind, for no particular reason. Nothing has truly caught my eye, though many familiar faces have gone by this window. And then… then I see you.”
The icy wind and low temperatures of winter may seem like they’re trying freeze you in your place. The cold air may even feel like it’s following you and attacking you whenever it can. But that’s probably just my imagination… or is it?
I have been staring at them ever since I moved here some time ago, and I still don't have them figured out. I stare at them from across the room, from around the corner, from underneath the chair they're sitting on and, my favourite, from secret hiding places.
It was September when we first met. I walked in from the cold wind, the apples of my cheeks cherry red. I took in the place and when my eyes found you, I could not look away.