DESCRIPTION
The first fragments of a diary have been discovered buried beneath the dust of an old condemned building. The author's identity remains a mystery. [347 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A twenty-something jack-of-all-trades that has simple been exploring the craft of writing for longer than he can remember. Whilst humour is a fickle mistress that comes and goes, he must admit that tragedy and romance consume the bulk of his creative efforts. [January 2008]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (17) Alexandria (Poetry) Just a quick little verse I scribbled down one day on a whim celebrating the destruction of knowledge. [24 words] [History] Ballad Of The Opiate King (Poetry) - [151 words] Birds (Poetry) Oh, the things we do... [159 words] [Romance] Collected Poems (Poetry) A collection of some of the poetry I've written over the years; most of it follows the same or similar rhyming scheme and cadence (yes, most of it rhymes... sorry folks), but the material covered vari... [1,331 words] Consciousness Stream 1 (Poetry) A relatively lengthy piece I simply spit out one day whilst feeling inexplicably intoxicated (for I was under no influence). [300 words] [Mind] How She Stirs Not At All (Short Stories) - [319 words] I Should Think It Like A Fist (Non-Fiction) A semi-conscious rant on language, love and whatever else I found offensive that day. [493 words] [Psychology] I Think You'd Like Her (Short Stories) A soliloquy of sorts, we find a young man reflecting on a love now lost. [1,440 words] [Romance] Mere Life Less Love (Non-Fiction) A short projection of private thoughts regarding love and life. [276 words] Moments, A Lamentation (Non-Fiction) - [500 words] [Romance] Of Art, Pt. 1 (Non-Fiction) An undulating rant on Art and its relevance to civilized life. [489 words] [Psychology] Princes And Lesser (Poetry) An exercise in entendre. [117 words] [Literary Fiction] Reflections On A Sunrise (Short Stories) A very old fable I stumbled across that I had written some years ago. I still reading it from time to time, I like what I was trying to do here, inspirational and all of that. [1,037 words] [Fable] Stranded At Dusk (Short Stories) I've labeled this as a short story, although my original intent was to develop this into a longer work, possibly a novella or full-length novel. [1,690 words] [Thriller] Sunday Morning (Short Stories) Memories. Just... memories. [458 words] [Literary Fiction] The Opiate King (Poetry) In Memorium of a Great Man. [151 words] [Mystical] Worlds Apart (Short Stories) A series of piggybacking streams of consciousness, effectively stages of one man's reflection on the woman he's left for reasons (and duration) unknown. [1,595 words] [Relationships]
The Mad Diarist Gregory Novak
-Day 3-
I can hear them...
...the voices...
It happened again today.
It was three in the afternoon, and I saw his face in the darkened mirror.
I can feel them watching me, and I can smell it. The fear. But it's only anguish to them... it doesn't catalyze into fear until I step into the room...
It's been a year, and I thought it was over... but it's not.
I can smell them again...
-Day 4-
They're here...
...frozen, sitting still like they know they've been seen.
The air literally froze from one second to the next, and I can feel them watching, waiting, trembling...
...it terrifies me, how they move...
The little one has sunk away into the corner again. It tried to scream but the other held its mouth.
WHY WON'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE?!
-Day 7-
The air is heavier tonight...
.... they're getting smarter.
I tried frightening the little one again, but it didn't work this time.
It just stared at me, clicking its teeth like the others...
I can hear them now, breathing when the lights go out. But it's one long, undulating breath that builds like a cavernous wind until sunrise.
The little one isn't frightened anymore, but it still won't approach the door as long as I keep the mirror there.
I think they can smell my tears... when I cry the big ones stop clicking and I swear I can hear licking sounds.
They'll come for it eventually.
I haven't eaten since I arrived.
I don't know how long it's been for them...
-Day 10-
It broke today...
Well, I woke up and it was already smashed. The mirror. IT looks like they did it last night... but I was right here... how?!
The little one is gone, but he left tracks.
I can hear them in the closet, always chattering, always breathing... they're watching me fix the mirror...
There's a mark on the door, by the handle. It looks like a scratch-mark, but I cant be sure.
The sun is barely down, and already I can see the closet door open just a crack.
I left a shard of glass in the corner, I want him to SEE it.
I hope I don't scream tonight... I think they're starting to understand...
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