Short Story Excerpts

Short Story E.: Fragments

The waves quietly rolled towards the white specked sand, tickling his feet with its cold touch. They pulled back again, revealing sea shells that decorated the otherwise blank shore.

Zian breathed in the fresh, salty air that surrounded him and the sun rays that slightly kissed his face that was almost telling him…

Welcome home. 

He took a step forward, moving closer to the sea that overlooked the seemingly endless blue horizon that stretched out in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, as if reaching for something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on… He reached for the sun that was just peeking from the sky, and closed his hands around it, as if to catch it.

Zian couldn’t explain it. He couldn’t understand it, but it seemed as if his heart was telling him something that his mind had forgotten.

It had already been a year, yet he couldn’t remember… why he always ended up at this same place, at this same time… reaching out for the sun or the moon… waiting for something to come?

Zian.

He could only pick up the fragmented memories scattered in his head and tried to make sense of it.

Zian, will you wait for me?

“Why am I waiting for you?”

I will come back for you… and that’s my promise.

Her words rang like a bell in his head, and his heart twisted and turned as he ached to remember the last memories of a person he knew but he didn’t know. He longed of a place and a time he wished to go back to, to try and make sense of the missing pieces of his puzzled thoughts.

I love you, Zian. I always will. 

A light tap on his shoulder interrupted his train of thoughts, as the waves started to roll back in quietly again, the cold water touching his bare feet.

The sun shined brightly beyond him, covering everything he could see in front of him.

He placed his hand on his forehead and took a good look at the other living soul that found him in this lonely beach.

The voice whispered.

“Zian.”

Short Story Excerpts

Reading Between The Lines

Hi, stranger.

It’s been a while. I’ve seen you stealing glances from me, as if to let me know – I’m still here. I raise my eyes when you aren’t looking, but sometimes you catch me and I catch you…

What do I do? Do I smile? Do I look away?

I’ve been purposely avoiding you since then – I needed my focus and I needed a lot of time to sort everything out. I needed time alone. My sense of self and my sense of purpose were all falling apart.

But now I am here. Now I am in front of you.

Now I am not afraid.

Hello WordPress.

Is it too late to say, can we start over again?

Short Story Excerpts

Short Story E.: Shooting Star

“There, look!” Marie pointed out the dancing little speck in the dark sky, slowly moving around the horizon. It was cold and chilly that night, but neither Marie or her friends seemed to care. They sneaked into the beach beside the city airport to secure the best spot to watch the most magical night of their lives.
Five expectant souls stood still at this moment, witnessing the beauty of the stars that were spread out like grains in the sand on the night sky. Marie, Trina, Catherine, Ben and Anthony laid down side by side on the grass, silently wishing… silently praying on a….

“Shooting star.” They all sounded out in amazement, as they watched one star fall after the other.

“Whoah. This is awesome.” Ben laughed.

“You know, wouldn’t it be crazy to think that someone else a thousand miles away could be looking at the same sky as you, looking at the same star… wishing for the same thing, to see each other one day: somehow, someway?” Anthony mused as he pointed out at another dancing speck on the wide horizon that lay before him.

“Your souls would be connected at this very moment as you wish on the same star.”

“Yeah.” Marie smiled to herself, as she closed her eyes and made a wish among many of her wishes.

I pray to meet you one day…. Somehow, someway, I will wait for you. 

And there, not too far away, another expectant soul grinned to himself as he opened his eyes, silently sounding out his wishes to the skies above.

I pray to meet you one day…. Somehow, someway, I will find you.

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Author/Blog Owner Note:

Hola friends! I was inspired by the meteor shower few nights ago and it spurred my creative side to write something.

It’s highly based off of real events, with some twists on it, but I guess it’s a new journal entry technique I’m willing to explore.

Using moments of inspiration, I shall write interesting excerpts that may or may not lead into a story.

For now, enjoy!