Story #233

They were mocking and laughing. All of the seven colors were gathered around him, as if they were making a circle of loneliness, achiness and bitterness for him. He could barely retort back with a handful of unequivocal answers, the poor miserable White. A tornado of reproach was swirling around him. ” You are nothing!” Indigo nettled poor White. All of the seven colors of rainbow were assuaging themselves with the thought of their transitory striking beauty. They were proud of being a leading part of generating the dazzling rainbow collaboratively and pave the way for reconciliation with the proud sun and the intransigent rain which always were incongruous enemies. They were delighted of having power to embellish the nature of God. Yet, they knew nothing about the White. Maybe white was not a color, but he was the manifestation of the presence of all colors. They didn’t know. They all had a white deep down in their hearts. They were all born to be a white. Yet, they didn’t know…

– ZizO, Tehran

Story #232

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who you are. But one things for sure  there’s no turning back.

I sit on a tree trunk in the middle of some sort of forest. I have no Idea how I got here. There’s a rotten sign to my right written in a language I can’t quite work out. I’ve been here before. I’m sure of it.

I try to think but my mind just goes blank. Blank…

That’s it! Blankwood forest in Canada.

I scramble to my feet and start to run. I don’t know where I’m running to but running feels good. All of a sudden I coldie into what seems like an invisable wall. I try to run in a different direction but I am once again stopped by this force field.

Before I can even start to gather my thoughts it all goes blank…

Blank.

– Ash, Glasgow

Story #231 – To Outsmart A Fox

We are in close proximity
I am flustered and awkward
Body turns to ice.
Frozen.
I am diminished and shy
Maintain composure.
“Exude fake confidence. Exude fake confidence!” I remind myself.
Slowly approaching now
Losing my vocabulary
Think, think, think!
Something witty
Something clever
My tongue is convulsing now
I wish the cat would grab it
The chance is gone
Return to the cave
You, the lynx
Seer of my soul.
I, the fox
Not elusive anymore.

– Jessica, Charlotte

Story #230

I don’t know when it happened that i have a few true friends.
But i’m not discouraged, i thought if i loved my life, someone could found me.
I’m a girl who love drawing and calligraphy and i would like stay by myself.
I usually  looking at the stars,  i believe a star will found me.

– Teresa, Foshan Cantonese, China

Story #229

Rapport – “Invasionen i Garaget”

Har nu invaderat Forsens hem efter att ha blivit förrådd av min tidigare käre farbror för att han skulle få sig ett schu’uv.

Jag har därav också vid ett tillfälle sedan jag kom hem till Forsen även invaderat min käre väns finglas “Den okände Soldaten” med min kära mun för att alstra cannabiosus rökous. Jag har även stulit av denne käre mans vattenkälla, suttit i hans soffa och brukat mannens toalett samt handfat vid ett separat tillfälle. Det var inte till min avsikt att invadera fine herr Fors och vandalisera de föremål som befinner sig på platsen i fråga. Nu inväntes fördelaktivt arresterande samt rättegång och dom på ett och samma tillfälle. Straffet må bli hårt medan även rättvis för brottet som skett.

Story #228

We are friends till we were 11 years old…  Now we are 29… We were classmates for 7 years… At the end of the high school we finished our friendship… After 4 years I saw him in my dream and found him…  We were lovers for 4 years…  Also we had an orange cat named Leon… When we broke up I took Leon and looked after for 4 years…  One day Leon died and I send message to him about Leon…  After this message we came together after 4 years…  Now we engaged and live together…  We will marry soon…

– Gunes ekin asci, Istanbul

Story #227

She could not wait to escape the suburbia.

She took her light silver laptop sitting apoun her messy desk, Filled with crumbled up papers and used bras. She placed it in her bag, then slumping the bag over her shoulder, and left her room. As she closed the door gently as possible, she stepped down the halway as to not awake anyone else in the house. The house that was surounded by plenty others like it in a crouded suburb. She walked downstairs and out the door, into what was at least to her the outside, lit by the sun via the moon. She began running for it. She ran for who knows.

She could not wait to escape the suburbia.

– Mercer, Portland

Story #226

En tjej som blir till en vuxen utan att veta vad hon ska göra mitt sitt liv och har haft en massa förväntningar på sig själv och blir enkelt besviken och omotiverad. På det senaste året av det unga vuxenlivet så har hon hittat sig själv mer och mer, men kan fortfarande känna en osäkerhet i sig själv. Hon hoppas att hon får ett tecken om att hon går på den rätta vägen och att i slutändan, inte göra sig själv eller någon annan besviken.

– Aida, Uppsala/Stockholm

Story #225

One day 13 year old me got lost in the middle of a huge forest in the middle of northern Scotland  with nothing but a jack Russell named scruff and a compass. I managed to find a broken hut in which I slept in overnight. It eventually took me and scruff 8 hours to get back to where we started.

– Shona, Glasgow

Story #224

beggar

Flying in every scene that is lying on the pavement of the street musics which pass one by one in the mind interrupting every other time by the sound of “ dingggggg “ and then a scene or a song belongs to someone else , don’t know how to react , be happy because he doesn’t have to pass another day thirsty of food or sad of loosing other adventure in a masterpiece , His only comrade now is a ply of tissue which sooner or later will farewell him and hands to hands of wind will abandon  him . a couple of imaginary miles over there an empty cup of tea left alone once  filed with the warmness of hope but now longing for another cheers , so he rather putting his body just there  , let the passersby think he is there but he is playing the Romeo he is falling in love with Juliet and then he will die for this love or maybe he is playing a song so pleasing to ears which silence of street can just describe it.

…………………………………. dingggggg ” Romeo is gone ”

– Hamed, Tehran