The wanderers, Chapter one: Who am I?

 

Death; is an often limited signification only affiliated with a corporal state, which only happens once, but people would totally be mentally absent from other phenomenons, in which, each person could die severally… once when he is heartbroken, another, when he is totally invisible among crowds…

When a person experiences loneliness around the people he loves, and when a person get totally forgotten, or worse! he himself forgets who he ever was!

*** Chapter one: Who am I?***

This world can’t just explicitly belong to us. Fairies, phantoms, spirits, and all the superstitions we learned in our childhood didn’t just stem out of nowhere, nothing definitely indicates their credibility, they always remain as superstitions, but, these ideas stemmed from believing in the “hidden world”. People; although they differ in color, culture, religion, they still believe in hidden power, unexpected or paranormal events that never had scientific explanations. Science itself includes sometimes volatile theories that people might follow and believe today, but tomorrow they entirely reject!

While we all practice our lives normally, go to work, have dinner with family and friends, celebrate a beautiful occasion, mourn, and suffer, we might see a spectrum passing by our living room couch and try to deny its existence, probably will say “I haven’t slept well”, “It’s just stress”, “confusion”, etc… but never will admit it might be a spectrum, never will admit that some brutal accidents happen to people and they still survived with a miracle! We will never admit that some noises, movements, and other presences sometimes actually make sense as they are, mysterious and unexplained in a formal scientific way.

The rise of a fallen angel, Chapter two: The disappearance of Aba

 

Beware the fake smiles, beware the long nails that once caused your scars, and beware of their return; the return of those who longed to diminish your powers and take away your brightness, the return of those you naively thought they loved you, but they didn’t, sometimes it’s right to leave them behind, and sometimes it’s urgent to resist them. Which path should be taken tonight?

***Chapter two: The disappearance of Aba***

Suggestions, Chapter four: Where peace lingers

 

Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,

and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…

Suggestions, Chapter two: A leap of faith

 

A raven in the crib, long has been petrified, longed for a witness, a cure and a tender breath to approach it, hence, lift the curse upon it perpetually. Some creatures were born to linger nowhere but graves, their timeline is short and the pain they leave behind lasts long, all the fragments those who loved them have are just evidences, evidences of their existence that didn’t extend much.

Fading ink, Chapter two: Nora's disclosure

 

 “Elif! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I really am, please, respond to me!”

Fading inks, Chapter one: between fantasy and reality

 

“Stop doodling on my notebook, Elif! The teacher will scold me again.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Nora. What teacher? Mr. Nedal? You know he’s just a sweetheart.”

“Ah! You’re doodling on Mr. Nedal’s notebook? Well then, let me doodle even more…”

The moon is my witness, Chapter two: the rebirth

 

All her dreams suddenly became true, the ravens sought for their queen as shall she pass by and giver her blessings over everyone in the cemetery; where dead souls and bodies unite, words are no longer uttered, and where life is proven as volatile, and betraying. The cemetery was her definite spot she pledges to inhabit, in spite of her trials of blooming, however, looms the cosmos a darker lilac sky with a blood moon ready to be presented at her plate, and no other fate was her choice, either to succumb to her addressed apocalypse or remain dystopian for the rest of her life.

The moon is my witness, Chapter one: the giver

 

It’s a bittersweet taste, a polarized feeling that could sink oneself into the darkest depth unconsciously,

what if I didn’t warn anyone on the launching ship about a shark coming closer to the port’s shore, what if I muffled that in my chest and accepted an unwanted fate, for some, but for me, it would be a blessing rather than a curse,

The doomsday: Chapter one, Bad news

 

Youth; the chased deer running despite its limp, faithfully thinking it is never the apocalypse to be chased by hunters, from mankind and wolves, but contrarily embracing the nature, and absorbing as much adrenaline as possible to gain more experience and evolve. People underestimate youth, dodge its concepts and display them in a quite unfair depiction. Simply, youth can´t be combated because the more injuries they get, the more fragile this world becomes, the world dies alongside youth.

Empty shoes, Chapter two: The truth beyond mourning

 

The investigators were having frequent thrives over the regular-patterned interrogation initiated by them and following up with not quite persuasive responses uttered by Freud, who is mainly considered the first suspect in the ambience.

Whenever the thrills of such a situation when Freud gets clueless to speak from his side escalate, the police officers get closer to know more details about

Unwillingly silent rather than being beheaded, Chapter one: Carmen boarding school for girls

 

An awful sand storm hits the brick-routed neighborhoods in the nearby town, where lanterns are vintage and pavements are broomed from dirts, only autumn tree leaves fall from the branches causing a poetic blow throughout the storm, when the windows are closed and so are the ears, muffled with corks to hinder the scary noises from erasing the feeling of peace through interacting with one of the mortals’ senses.

Dreadfully swamped, Chapter two: Riddles

 

"You’re not a delusional, you're special, and I trust your visions. In case I'm not here anymore find my security bag and unlock it, be careful, no one knows you will be coming here after my death. They will just inform you. Don't reveal yourself, you always knew the password, never changed, and please my dear, don't blame yourself for not contacting me as before I know you are busy and I'm proud of your progress, I heard from the principal that your dorm was burnt because of an electrical shock, I came to pick you up and consumed all my money on the illegal immigration so I can come as soon as I can but you never saw me...

Lunatic J. , chapter one: Beatrice the loner

 

Some people were destined to be silent; silence for them isn’t sacred as much as it’s oppressing.

Some of them chose to be silent because they couldn’t confront themselves all about it or anyone otherwise, they chose to be silent fearing the possible consequences they might encounter, they chose to be silent because there might be no solutions except to vanish, this is their anticipated salvation, for them, silence is assumed to be occurring not because of being timid but because it’s wise to choose among the options.

Daria, Chapter three: family collapsing/apocalypse "final chapter"

 

Artwork by: Elmaghreabi

Chapter three: family collapsing/apocalypse

 

As Mr. Ian invited Daria to volunteer again into house functions, Daria came according to his demand and after he spoke about his genuine intentions towards her and clarified this misunderstanding between them.

 

He was goggling at Daria meanwhile