Foarte frumos Choco, o descriere superba, un joc de cuvinte fascinant si imi place foarte mult ceea ce ai scris.
Sa mai scrii scumpo, pentru ca sunt foarte frumoase mai ales ca te-ai jucat frumos cu aceste cuvinte astfel incat sa iasa totul foarte bine ^^.

Ce fetita talentata are mami ! :o3
Felicitari pentru aceste doua compuneri, amandoua sunt la fel de patrunzatoare si de frumoase.
"Şi încă o văd, cum merge singură pe drum spre parc. Şi se aşază tot singură pe o bancă şi începe să fredoneze o melodie liniştitoare pe care probabil a auzit-o undeva." Cam am citit aceasta fraza mi-am amintit de mine acum un timp ... La inceput, pana sa vad ca ai spus de acea femeie moarta in strada, as fi zis ca ai scris prima compunere despre mine, asa de bine ma regaseam in scrierea ta. Eh, am mare noroc cu tine, cand citesc ceva compus de tine, ma linistesc. <3 Multumesc pentru ca existi, te iubesc non-stop !

Cred ca sa sosit timpul sa mai citesc si eu o creatie de a ta draga Choco.
Imi place atat de mult felul tau de a nara incat nu mai am cuvinte atunci cand trebuie sa las com .
Aceasta scurta poveste e atat de emotionanta pentru mine.
Sa mai aduci creatii de genu pentru ca sunt superbe...

Ei bine, textul este de fapt pentru o tema la engleza, insa mie mi-a placut cum a iesit, asa ca am decis sa il postez si aici. Sper sa nu fie vreo problema, deoarece este scris in engleza, dar in romana parca nu avea acelasi farmec. Enjoy. ^^


The sky was dark, the grey clouds were covering all the town. It was raining, a cold rain of autumn. Although autumn wasn’t my favorite season, I loved rain. I woke up a little dizzy, so I decided to go and take a shower. After this, I went in the kitchen, but because I wasn’t hungry I skipped breakfast, a bad habit of mine. I didn’t eat regularly and I could say I looked almost like a skeleton. Though, I didn’t care too much. I grabbed a jacket that was laying on the sofa and I put on some sneakers.

I got out of the house, thinking at something interesting to do, but nothing was coming to my mind. It was like I couldn’t think clearly. I had the feeling that something would happen, but I didn’t pay to much attention, concentrating on the urban environment. The enormous buildings stood up for both their size and color. The cars were parked on one side and another of the street. Wherever you looked, you could see the agitation and the crowded places, full of people. I hated this town and all because it was so cramped. I walked silently on the dusty pavement, searching for a place where I could stay for a couple of hours.

I entered the park looking for a bench, but all of them were busy. Finally, I found one where it was just one person. I asked politely if it was okay for me to stay there, but when he raised his eyes, I felt like I had petrified. It was him. But how? He was supposed to be in Canada. He was supposed to never return. He had given me that little piece of paper, saying that there was no other way and he was gone. Gone until now.

He stood up and embraced me. I was staying still. In fact, I couldn’t move a muscle, it was too hard. I almost lost my breath. I wanted to say something, but my voice left me alone once more. I was vulnerable and I hated it, more than anything. When he stepped away I thought he was going to say that he was sorry, or that he didn’t want to see me again. But, instead of this, he just whispered briefly:

“It’s nice to feel your scent once again.”

choco :)

Cat de frumoasa e compunerea aceastaaaaaa. <33

Ai dreptate, in romana nu avea acelasi farmec. :)))

In orice caz, sper c-ai primit un zece pe ea! :))) Merita.

Poate-ti da mai des astfel de teme, si ni le mai arati si noua.

It was a rainy cold day of autumn; the 13th of October to be more precise. Having nothing to do and becoming bored of staying inside, I decided to find something interesting to do. There was no electricity, so I had to find some candles to enlighten the library, my favorite room in the entire manor. It was a little cold and I could even feel the draught getting inside through the broken window.

I sat on my armchair picking up a book. Reading the title, my eyes widened with surprise. So the Second World War, huh? Sounds good, I thought as I opened the book at page number 130. Suddenly, the ceiling lowered and the walls started to get closer. Frightened, I screamed for help, but nobody came, nobody else was there. I closed my eyes, hoping that it’ll end soon.

A loud bang awakened me and, as I stood up, I kept on praying that it was only my imagination, that my mind was making fun of me. I was in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by demolished buildings, smoke and, the worst part, dead bodies. I started shivering with fear, not knowing how to react and what I was supposed to do. Tears appeared immediately as I was walking along the road. A bullet passed next to me. It was so close that I could almost hear its whistling. I turned around just in time to see a man with a gun pointed at me. The second bullet didn’t miss the target. The next thing I felt was the dusty ground and the warm blood dripping from my mouth.

It was ironic, but even I couldn’t laugh. I closed my eyes slowly, giving the world my last whisper: “Good bye..”


Uite ca am mai adus ceva. Nu stiu cat este de bun, insa tema era intoarcerea in timp, in mijlocul unui eveniment important din istorie. Eu am ales atacul cu bomba de la Hiroshima. Sper ca v-a placut.

How to win against night

Raindrops were falling from the dark sky. The wind was blowing, making their trembling forms to move forward. It was too late to turn back and the three teenagers couldn’t see anything through the thick fog. Suddenly, the silence was broken off by one of the boys, who said in a hurry:

‘I think I found a place where to stay. Look on that hill.’

‘But Jake’, complained Christine, a beautiful black-haired girl, ’that house is haunted.’

‘Do you have a better idea? And besides, don’t tell me you really believe in this old story.’ added the second boy.

Remaining silent, the girl stepped behind and followed her friends until they reached the front door. They opened it and got inside the house. Jake told Christine that he and Mark would go and search for some flashlights and that she had to stay there. Unwillingly, she accepted. After they had left, she started to hear creepy sounds coming from the first floor. Forgetting about what she’d promised, Christine started to climb up the stairs to see what was happening. Unfortunately, she didn’t see the hole into the stairs, so she slipped and fell all the way down. She hurt her head and she couldn’t move either her arms or her legs.

It was then when the enormous chandelier fell from the ceiling, directly to her frightened, still body. The only thing she could hear until she died was an evil laugh. Blood was dripping from her mouth staining the old wooden floor. Her eyes were still opened, her face being grimaced because of the pain. When the two boys returned they only found a cold body which was no longer their friend’s. They panicked, but, before they even could realize it, all the windows broke, hundreds of sharp glass pieces flying everywhere.

Wounded and with no other hope, the two boys collapsed on the floor starting to tremble. Darkness covered them with fog and the night, once more, won a human being soul.

Compunerea asta e facuta de cateva saptamani, insa am uitat sa o postez. Profesoara mi-a zis ca penultimul paragraf e "Too cruel!!!" ca sa citez, insa nu l-am modificat, ci l-am lasat asa. Acum, sper ca nu am intrecut totusi masura, dar nu mai avea farmec.. Tema.. tema era o noapte cu furtuna, cred. In fine, sper sa va placa. :)

Alone with the puppets.

It’s dark and it’s cold and I’m staying inside the theatre staring at the little man, called Mr. P. He’s playing with his dolls as always, thing that’s bothering me. I mean, what’s so funny about going here and there, playing some foolish roles and trying to give the audience a good performance? I’m not sure why I’m here and the only thing that comes through my mind is money. I’ve worked with this old man for about four years, but not because I liked it or so. I’ve done it for money, that one little thing that keeps me alive. I sighed, relieved that Mr. P. had at least finished his rehearsal. Approaching me, he said with a soft, cold voice, that he’d wait me in his room. I closed my eyes, not to see his face and growled an answer.

‘Hn, spending so much time here must’ve taken his minds away,’ I sniffed and turned around just in time to hear a loud scream and then a deep noise, coming from Mr.P.’s room.

Even if I didn’t care too much, I hurried to see what was happening. The view wasn’t so much of a pleasure to see. The man’s head was on a little wooden table, next to a letter and a pen. The other part of his body was on the floor, blood dripping from the opened wound. My eyebrows rose with wonder not knowing what to do. I was rather confused than disgusted. However, something caught my attention. In his trousers was a envelope. I reached near the body and turned him half just to pick it. A huge smile formed on my face as I was numbering the large sum of money inside it. Yeah, it was enough for a while, so I was content.

At last, that annoying little man paid his debts.


Multumesc KitKat pentru cuvintele frumoase. Si, ca sa onorez cererea ta, tocmai am terminat de scris o mica povestioara, daca-i pot spune asa. Sper sa iti placa, chiar daca este facuta fara prea mare inspiratie. Si apropo de ceea ce ai spus, pana acum nu am citit nicio carte de-a lui Stephen King. Am tot zis ca ma apuc de una, insa am amanat si nu am mai apucat aceasta sansa. Poate in vacanta sa mai am ocazia asta.