The Purging Soul

The white hand of the judge had turned the hourglass upside down. So as every grain of sand went through the neck, events happened in time and place on Earth.

With a rustling noise, obscure clouds rushed to the far line of the horizon, summing into thousands oppressing the whole cavity.
She beheld in dread the enormous stretched branches of the colossal trees rocking to and fro as the car went at breakneck speed along the sinuous road through the forest.
The woman cried out, ‘slow down!’
‘I need to get there before the strike.’
Suddenly, a thunder had rolled. And, one shuddering terror went all over her, bursting cold perspiration from every pore of her body, as her heart fell into an utter depression.
‘Take your foot off the pedal.’
His brow reddened with rage.
‘Do it for our baby, please!’ She begged.
‘The company’s shares will drop if I don’t get there on time to stop the strike,’ her husband roared.
All of a sudden, her senses were left to susceptible perceptions. So inquisitional voices welled inside her and, indistinct sombre outlines emerged along the road. One kind of spooky anguish horrified her heart so that the agony of suspense was unbearable (She was so confused with these phenomena and the phantasmagorian conceptions of the headless angel forms seen nights ago.)
A repulsive dizziness strained her and, her sight went into blur.
Into the blackness of the Gods’ uncertainty the passengers of the vehicle were thrown. Above, wandering spirits gathered around the scene of the man’s head lying unconsciously on the steering wheel and the woman’s body overthrown through the broken windshield -whose blood leaked along the forehead.
Suddenly, the man caught of a bleary glimpse of a shape that grumbled some words, ‘shall I take her baby?’
‘Not the baby… Take her!’
‘I will please you,’ said the black robed spectre

Hence, the spirit had written his will in some volume of fortuitous events, so that his child was born and blossomed into a gorgeous woman.

‘Your strike of luck was to meet her,’ said the mother.
Having a tipple of the scotch, the son told, ‘I’d better wed her.’
‘By all means.’ The woman added. ‘So we will recover our position in society.’

The phantasmagoric conception with head of flame had slammed the hammer over the bench, and, in a jury box, one chorus of black robbed spectres cried, ‘ so be it.’

Old words had taken the winds out of the man’s sails.
‘I love him, father,’ told she.
‘To be honest, I am not sure about his feelings to you.’
‘But, I love him.’
It was written on the pages of unfortune that he was due to walk down on the aisle to the altar where he would deliver her daughter to the leech. Unpredictably, the reel of his old story was unwounded to occur anew.
‘You didn’t know the ropes!’ The woman shrieked.
‘Don’t take all the blame on me.’
‘The old man didn’t go wrong.’
‘Your old man, isn’t it?’ said he.
‘Have left us onto the streets.’

The black soul who had written the old man’s will before inked the woman’s fate on the volume of misfortune anew.
She looked at her sandals and, then said, ‘long way?’
One indistinct headless and black robbed spectre told, ‘you are at the end of the road.’

Suddenly the atmosphere became so close. Blue devils pervaded her soul. And, her heart tumultuously swirled as her senses were leaving to the body.
In one sombre office, the woman was hung to the ceiling.

‘Your mission was done,’ said the black spirit.
‘Incarnated my daughter, so I could do it.’
Then, one flame-like headed angel told, ‘indeed.’
And, the soul evolved into one superior order.

A Dream About Flying

Wings to fly away from what weighs down so much, it was a lad’s longing.

His mother had run away with her lover. His father, who struggled hard to make ends meet, was up to booze. And he had been abandoned to fate. And, this seemed no bendable.

Obsessed with being in someplace else, he dreamt of traversing the skies to a better scenario. So, he read avidly books of aviation at the library of his high school. His desire was to be away from all he knew. But, he did not have wings. Just in his dreams, he had wings of bird feathers and wax -though he did not want to run the same fate as Icarus.

Empty-handed and brainless about the subject, it meant not to get even a metal ones.

In his fantastical mind, he recalled the early days of aviation when rare apparatus were invented to fly. Unfortunately all these attempts were failed ones. And this let him down so much. Anyhow one day he bumped into the photo of the design of a flying machine over a bicycle, so that his days turned into plans of girders, iron-bar railing and canvas.

Sunk into drawings and ideas, his world went upside down out of blue when a girl came along his life. His vivid imagination was a fascination to her, and her generosity drew him to her heart.

Love fulfilled his lonely days.

Her love granted him courage and determination. And, he would no longer rely on imagination. The girl taught him to put his thought into words and these in motion therefore. So he put behind all about the flying machine. And, he learnt to fly by himself.

They joined their lives and looked for another place.

‘Love is a mysterious and powerful energy that purifies and strengthens man. It gives a sense to life. Besides, this lets us know about ourselves, and also shows that worth is in ourselves only.’

The lad wrote it at the end of his life.

The Most Beautiful Woman

For her the quote: ‘Nothing can be taken for rule!’ was senseless; but it was quite significant the one that said: ‘In this life, nothing is certain.’ Paraphrasing the author’s words: ‘In this world there are only two tragedies, one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it’, which it was entire true as she had experienced it herself in life.

This woman had come into the world as a little ugly duck, but she was her parents’ love anyway. Sometimes she was her progenitors’ embarrassment for being the target of awful pranks of the people around. However, she had grown up amid her family’s affection.

Whilst she was just a girl there was no annoyance, but at the time that she became an adolescent, her world was turned upside down. Unfortunately she was not the adorable girl of that all boys dreamt -not a precious moulded flower as those girls who were cheerleaders. In fact, she was just a plumpish blonde with granny glasses. So, on those years she had not received any other attention than her parents’.

The adorable young, who dated the most popular girl in class, would not invite her to the prom. Neither would anyone else. She had convinced herself that she was not fated to the best.

Then, her days in high school went by without shame neither glory.

During her university years, she had to put up with the fact of being just brainy and hankered for what the other young women had. She did not look like her classmates, and not much less like either those models of the lingerie catalogues or those stunning movie actresses. She was just a simple young woman. Not even a shinning one. She was justly an ugly duck.

With a low self-esteem and the idea of not deserving what she considered the best, she had carried on.

As the university period had ended she faced the real world. It was not difficult to find a job with her marks. She was summa cum laude. In few years, she had climbed a high position in the multinational company that she worked for. But, she was fed up with the fact of not having what she really desired. She wanted to be somebody different. A glamorous and beautiful woman, justly as the story said: ‘the dream of the young, and the desire of the old’. The same one about which she no longer cared, which it told as a beautiful woman found love when she turned into a little ugly duck, even though this tale was her source of hope on her teenage and university days.

She would not spend more her days in dreaming of what she could not get, rather all those men that she did not have. So she put herself in action. And the first that she did was to add to her schedule a workout to lose those pounds extra. Apart, she had looked for a good hair stylist, who changed her colour and coiffure. And, she had thrown away her old wardrobe. Lastly, she had immersed in books of self-help.

However, all that was not enough. Then she contemplated the idea of plastic surgery, apart from all the diet that she did, for there was no slimming programme that she had not done. So she went through a liposuction, after breast implants, and lastly, a face lifting. Therefore she was a new person. A woman completely different from what she had been. Plastic surgery had turned her into the most beautiful woman. And, everybody around had noticed, so that they gave her complements about her recent beauty. All those men of whom she dreamt became aware of that gorgeous woman that she became.

Once she was prepared, she went to the encounter of all those men that were craving for her. So, there was no any man that she did not date. But those men, who courted her, were not as the ones with whom she had dreamt all her life.

Unfortunately, the men in very high positions, who had spotted her attained beauty, desired her for themselves, but as lover. And the men, the same sort as those in the directory board, would not leave their wives for her. All of them just wanted her for a casual affair. And, for others she represented a sort of trophy.

On the streets or in her neighbourhood, every single man approached her by her physical attributes and not by her inner qualities. So, the world was not like as she had imagined neither had thought. Before she was disappointed for not having what she yearned for, and now she was frustrated to be able to get what she was mad for. But it was not as she had expected.

She had considered that she was unlucky in life. She never reached what she really desired. Perhaps, everything would have been distinct from the beginning if things had not been as they were.

But her reasoning crumbled when she had run into the woman who had been the most popular girl in her high school. This woman had married to a man who was the boy that never took the little ugly duck to the prom and who did not come along even her dreams. The boy who was too much for her had turned into a horrible person. He wasted his life in alcohol. And, this had ruined the days of that lovely woman -whom he had beaten once. So the life of who was once a popular girl was miserable.

For first time, she thanked to Heaven for not having been that lovely teenager that was this bitter woman now.

As time wore away, her expectations did. Her attained beauty did not bring the most appreciated whims. Already she neglected physical appearance. And, she almost cursed her beauty.

However, the fated thing would come to her encounter and not matter who was neither did he look like.

All of a sudden a new employer began to work in her division, and he did along with her. He was the man who did not care about appearance. In fact, he was not on the top of the world for being around a beauty as her.

Months went by, and his unpaid attention to her physical attributes let him get to know her. And, she was able to show her true colours for first time. Talk shop and words about unimportant things grew into love.

He was not the man for whom she had been mad. There was no similarity between him and those handsome men of whom she had thought -before sleeping when she was a teenager.

He was just the man who committed to her, who would take her to an altar to swear his love before a Lord’s minister, and for whom the world did not matter as long as she was there.

At the end, she had comprehended that beauty was not paramount to find love. And, that beauty laid inside and not on appearance.

Love was acceptance. And the beauty was to be loved as she really was.