Eye of the Darkness

Tag: short-story

  • Shepherd S

    Would ONE be heard in a herd?

    -…and the sane one would turn…
    -They’re not turning, why should I?
    -…if you don’t wanna listen to me, here you go, look at it by yourself
    -You don’t understand, they know better, I know better…
    -I’m one of them, and I say Turn!
    -One of them doesn’t mean them. I need the same info from many, that’s the correct information.
    -…you know I never lied to you, you call me ‘a friend’. Please turn..
    -You are my friend, see I’m holding your hand, yet others don’t see what you see, so do you think I can?
    -I’m not asking you to see. I’m asking you to turn. There’s still time.
    -Make others move, I’ll join then.
    -Turn for your kids! Please! Do it for your children, grandchildren, for your family!
    -It’s terra incognita. This squeeze is not something I wished for, yet I know I can rely on them, lean on them. It’s my security. You, on the other hand, are somehow changing in front of my eyes, breaking down, disappearing
    -TURN! I beg you…

    …yet the mass of 7.8 billion bodies kept walking to the edge. While the frontlines kept already falling off a cliff in millions, the centre and back still didn’t pay attention, since it wasn’t the mind of the herd that was moving them, but their belief in “a story of a shepherd”.
    The one, who’s unlike the others. The one, who watches over them all. The one, who would warn them if something went wrong. The one, who guides them, protects them. The one, who touches a dead mind drowned in the stream of belief.
    And that’s when the only road, that existed and they all shared, suddenly forked. By her steps.
    She was followed by no one, but a silent chant of a herd ‘she part, she part, she part…’. Yes, their part departed.
    Over the years that followed you could still hear the stories echoing the whisper of tails of a herd.
    The herd which didn’t exist in billions anymore, as only few millions survived, changing their direction by the swift movement of the last moment.
    They kept walking in a new direction for centuries, reflecting on the words of the one that had left.
    They thought her to be different.
    Unlike them.
    They thought her to be A clairvoyant.
    They praised her.
    They remembered her in a story of a friend that fell into pieces and disappeared one day.
    A story of She that parted the herd.
    A story of She that finally got heard.
    All of them connected into a story of A shepherd watching over them.
    No words were to be trusted, no one else was to be heard, but her spirit.
    And so blind, deaf, numb, they kept on moving, breath by breath…

    -Are you saying this is what humans do? Ignoring each other, waiting for “the sign from the spirit”, accepting dead words only? Does it mean they will never learn?
    -They’re learning by every breath, love. Yet they are still unable to accept an honest information of the other. And so they keep on following that, what they think they know, what they feel.The vibration of a tale

    of the other🖤

  • Let Your Ship Set Sail

    7/06/25
    Last night eye dreamt about a large black ship in the sky, floating over the horizon from right to left, passing the buildings, then descending smoothly to sail the river of the South.
    I, as usually, took photographs of it, with flamingo sky and buildings below, intending to show them to my Dad…
     
    When I woke up, eye knew the skyline didn’t belong to London, since its aircrafts spinning my head were always heading in the opposite direction. 
    6 weeks later, eye followed a black airship, melting in the west into the mellow magenta of Italian sky, offering the very twin of a photograph from my dream..
     
    8 weeks later (2/8/25)
    -…by the way you’ve heard of that earthquake in Kamchatka? It’s supposed to create a tsunami, I’m not saying it to scare you, it’s just popped on my screen the other day…
    Lotus’s innocent gaze gifted me with a silent slap. 
    -You’re telling me now?? Did you check?!
    -No, there was no time and theoretically we are at a safe distance..
    -Ok. Was there ever a tsunami in Galapagos?
    -Dunno, I’ll check.
    The Google came up with an evacuation of the area 3 days before our arrival to Miami.
    -Slavka, and now what?? All that money, such a journey and for nothing??
    -Why nothing. If you insist I’m pretty sure, someone will take you there. The question is whether you’ll see anything. Still, I can’t believe there’s a real tsunami,- I said with a smile.
    -Which part of that sentence is supposed to make me smile??
    -Guess, none of it. To me though, it’s my dream from 11/7/25. Told you we were in Galapagos, descending the stairs of stone, when I suddenly felt the big tidal waves coming from the distant horizon. We wanted to go left, yet water was faster, wanted to climb the stairs again, yet a giant rock slab, carried by water, pushed us back. Eye was correct🥹 yet no one’s gonna believe me, like usually.
    -I will, since I remember you told me about it back then
     
    The last intuitive card eye picked up this morning in London was the one uploaded with this post.
    43. Let Your Ship Set Sail
     
    And so one dark craft, leaving the eastern magenta skies behind, descended in the true West to smell the forever rose and skilfully navigate the mighty river of South💜

  • But you…

    14/5/25
    …was standing in front of Emma’s giant kitchen window, pointing out to her a mellow early-summer day outside.
    Suddenly I could feel on my skin the incoming high wind, knowing exactly what was to follow, hence rushed to close the window, and get at least one potted plant in. 
    At that moment there was nothing but numb darkness outside, full of crazy air, suddenly opening a nonexistent door of Emma’s kitchen, rushing in.
    I pulled Emma out of the airway, shut the door and went to the window again.
    That’s when the tiny snowflakes began to brighten up the darkness outside, and eye knew
    I was seeing the soft light of the returning midday…
    22/5/25
    I shouted in the very kitchen (this time in real life) at someone standing in the doorway, tall, wearing black, being deaf to my words, being blind to one little girl, still asking whether I was aware of the decibels I was creating. Few minutes later I found out the mentioned someone was to be out of my life the following day…
    14/6/25
    Couldn’t sleep so began to read the tarot readers on YT, found someone finally talking about something else not just the viewer being a superhuman, yet about taming the inner beast- the anger.
    Since I was not holding the phone properly, it kept falling, and every time went to the video used in this post. 
    It took five attempts, till I gave up, and decided to listen to offered Carl Young’s take on “How not to be angry ever again.”
    The final picture in the video was an image from my dream, I just didn’t perceive myself back then as the dragon causing it, yet someone separate, someone “righteous, since I was protecting someone else”. Still, the gale of that day was caused by my very own breath…
     
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=exuUcuQwXlA

  • Land of mad

    In the land of the mad

    Lived once one normal one.
    Looking at the hot cross bun only in her memories, since her naked eye simply couldn’t bear its brightness, its heat, its refusingtodie EG🙄
    Where, for years, she tried to reason with the hun, the unquestionable, the undeniable truth of the existence –
    -You see me, love…
    -Sure I do
    -And the same way eye can see you, too
    -Nope! Correction! You’re nothing but my reflection!! There’s no need for you, or anybody else, I’m the one that CAN do, willing to save the world from the war, cold or hell, with my mighty sword, that of belief,- said the lord Number One, heating up, knowing its powers, unaware of the true existence of love, this devoted lover.
    And so she finally understood her old dreams, resting in peace deep underground, in the core of her extraordinarily ordinary mind, projecting nothing……. but his back.
    Yes, light he was and always will be.
    Unable to read his very own hole, lost in the crazy mightiness of his very own sole, ignoring the number of feet of an ordinary human 🤷‍♀️
    And so she stopped.
    Since the altruistic mightiness didn’t need anyone. Just the followers, the copycats, the wannabees. One would only wonder at that point, who in such a world was creating all that war, hatred, cruelty, in one breath- the unnecessary death.
    And so the story of zero light never happened, leaving baba Vanga truly blind, never touching her lost sight.
    -Zero light? You mean darkness, right?🙄
    -No, I said ZERO LIGHT, fracking zeroes everywhere
    -If the complete darkness grows in the footprint of light, nothing remains!
    -No. On the contrary. At such times ordinary human becomes blind to their ever present dark, able to perceive the fracking light. Said Stephen.
    -King??
    -Other. Stephen. Other. King…

  • The scent

     
    Of three peonies and one coffee 
    Embraced the fresh air
    Of two morning windows
    And one evanescing V
    Of fifteen geese 
     
    Noting one 
    Adult 
    Male 
    Full of sorrow
    That of an orphaned child
    Sleeping alone 
    In a large house overflowing with people
    Hugging 
    The icy chill of his once homeless nights
     
    One van 
    Sharing the honeyed pastry
    With the driver and his son
    Pausing the time
    Of two crossroads
     
    Joined by one
    Giant father 
    On his way to school
    Holding the hand
    Of his elfie daughter
    Gingerly
    With pride
     
    Followed 
    By seven ravens 
    Of satin feathers
    Ravenously ripping
    The leftover corpses
    Of the idea
    Of once Great Britain 
     
    Passed by one 
    “guy” 
    Roughly the age of the crown and ‘heart
    With two shoes
    Large enough
    To fit his soul twice
    And also my inappropriate wonder
     
    Despite the one
    Constant migraine
    Refusing to let go
    Knocking 
    With a force
    On the door
    Of one impatient
    Coach
    Blocking 
    One pelican 
    Crossing
     
    Resulting in my first words of that day
    To myself
    “What an Rsall”
    To him
    “What are you doin’?! It’s RED!!!”
     
    Eye bellowed
    Just like an insane poster up above
    Claiming
    “In the age of light darkness arises”
    Screaming
    FAKE
     
    For the light
    Had its way
    To touch
    Even the Nite
     
    Pulling her gaze 
    Off the ground
    Anchoring her
    In nothing
    But 
    The gloomy clouds
    For some
    For her
    Behind a tattered web of dark threads
    Dusted
    With myriads of shimmering stars
     
    Melting the skies
    Into honey drops
    Caressing
    The delicate green babies 
    Of one ancient pine
    Bathing 
    In a heart 
    Of one twilight
     
    Being the breathtaking background
    For the silver lining 
    Of two wings
    Singing 
    The graceful silhouette 
    Of one seagull
    Into the existence
     
    Painting the veils of apricots
    Onto the powder 
    Blue canvas
    Printing the embarrassed letters
    Of one blushing maple 
    To hundreds 
    Of mosquitoes 
    “Leaf
    Leaf!
    Leaf!!!”
     
    That’s when she realised
    The stabbing pain to be completely gone
    Feeling
    Nothing
    But that indescribable non-touch 
    Of her long lost friend
    Feeling its presence 
    Dancing all around her
    Insisting
    On something
    She intimately knew
    Years ago
     
    “Em”
     
    Unable to tame 
    A soft smile out of the blue 
    She remembered 
    “…first you slow down your steps
    Breath
    Hearing
    Sight
    Will follow
    That’s how you meet the silence”
     
    In a rustle
    Of one tangelo fox 
    Tiptoeing ‘round
    Not noticing her
    Being preoccupied 
    With proudly carrying 
    its Sainsbury shopping bag
     
    The same sound echoed 
    In the wings 
    Of two raven thieves 
    Stealing carmine rich cherries
    From one 
    Summer 
     
    “already??”
    Her sudden tear whispered
     
    Mirroring her Dad
     
    Asking
    The true reason WHY
    the flowers had to close their eyes 
    to see 
     
    True nite