Shiori's Schreibzimmer

Hah, ich muss entweder ziemlich mutig oder nicht bei Sinnen sein, euch auch mal etwas von dem zu zeigen, was ich so schreibe x'D

Aber nun. Das Schreiben ist meine Passion, und das einzige was ich relativ gut kann. Nichts im Gegensatz zu den meisten von euch, natürlich.

Das meiste was ich schreibe ist allerdings auf Englisch. Hier mal zwei meiner sehr kurzen Geschichten.

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Carpathia

The journey through the endless forests seemed to never end. Weary the young man looked out of the carriage. Trees, since hours only trees, but never touched by sunrays. The deep green firs were in twilight all the time, and the tired man thought to be hallucinating, when he saw dark shadows running next to the carriage.
He sat back, the eyes closed, when the carriage suddenly got stopped. The man, surprised, opened the door.
"Coachman? Why do we stop?", he asked, with no answer to receive.
"Coachman?", he asked again. This was, again, followed by the silence of the woods.
The young man stepped out, seeing the coachman nowhere. A sudden fear came up in him, so he started looking around, but no one was there. He decided to take the reins himself, to find a way out of the forest.
It had not been very warm in the body of the coach, but outside, the almost eldritch coldness came crawling under the young man's cloak. He encouraged the horses, but didn't find a way out until the darkness laid its veil over the dense forest. Desperately, the man tried his best to get out, but soon, he started to see and hear things he didn't want to. Sudden howlings, ghastly glooms, and voices creeping between the trees. He could not keep on his ride through Carpathia in this darkness, but he didn't want to stay here, alone with the two horses, longer than a few minutes, either. However, he had to stop.
He gazed through the trees. Everything was black, there was just a hint of where obstacles could be. There was no way out, it seemed.
"Young man?"
A female voice awoke the man from his desperations, and when looking around, he found a woman standing next to the coach. Her pale face was nearly everything he could see. Not wondering, why this woman in the transylvanian woods spoke his language, he was overwhelmed by happiness, seeing someone in this lonely forest.
"Lady! I am very pleased to find thee here! Could you please tell me the way out of this forest?", his voice trembled.
"Oh, it's still far. I guess it would still take four or five hours, I would recommend sleeping a bit now and continuing the journey in the morrow.", the woman said with a clear, beautiful voice. The young man could see a smile on her face.
"I would prefer getting out here as soon as possible. My coachman disappeared, so..."
"That doesn't surprise me. If I would be thee, I would have fled, too."
"Why this?", these words got the man sweating.
A sudden grin appeared on the womans face, revealing lightening fangs. "Well, it's said demons haunt this forest."
Then, with a fast leap one could not flee of, she suddenly was next to the poor man, being the last thing he shall see.


In Memoriam

She stared at the cold stone in front of her. The grey had a brown shade in it, but that didn't make it any livelier. Indeed, it was lifeless - but what laid beneath it once had been alive. However, no flower was there to be seen, and the inscription was to be fading away.

Did no one even miss him? The young woman shed a lonely tear. In her hand, she held a bouquet of flowers, she chose white tea roses and solanum, for that they stand for foolish love and silence. In her opinion, those meanings fitted well, even if no one else seemed to understand it. But they didn't understand why she came here either. Another tear accompanied the first one. And as she kneeled down to lay down the flowers, more and more came in her eyes.
The graveyard was quite lonely and bleak. Only a few ravens were circling over the cloudy skies, and the woman knew a clergyman to be in the church. So it was okay to cry, the woman thought.
She touched the cold earth beneath her feet. "Here you lie, don't you?", she thought, "Here you lie since more than a hundred years. Why couldn't I be with you? You shouldn't have died... I would have been with you in your dark hours, but I couldn't..." She sobbed.
"Why aren't you here?" Now it was not thought, but said instead.
"Young lady? Excuse me, but..." A voice with a nice, dark timbre appeared behind the woman. She immediately turned around. "Is everything alright with you?"
The woman couldn't believe her eyes. Did this young man just look like the one, whose grave she was sitting in front of? She trembled.
"I - I am quite alright, I think...", she answered, stuttering.
"Oh, but why is there a reason to cry? Excuse this question, we are on a graveyard, people often cry here... but, what did this person mean to you?"
"A lot... I couldn't understand the reason for him to pass away so early, and would have loved to accompany him in his dreary days..."
"So you knew him?" He met her with disbelief.
"No!", the woman shook her head hectically, knowing that this was not completely right. "... I mean, perhaps, at least I feel as if I knew him."
The man smiled gently. He kneeled down next to the young woman.
"This young man there", he moved his head towards the grave, "would be very happy, if he knew that someone was mourning for him. But he also would be sad. Please don't shed too much tears." The man ran his hand over the woman's pale face, then deciding to embrace her.
The woman was surprised, but enjoyed the moment. Felt the warmth and the familiar scent... but then, a soft breeze, and the man had disappeared.
The woman looked around. Of course, no one was still there, but next to her laid a red rose. She gazed at it, before taking it in her hand.
"Thank you", she said quietly, then left.