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Languid Hot Chocolate
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Night – Nocturne
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“Eclipse”
The end
“And then, thin scarlet rays penetrated everything they could reach. Sprawling along the milky red sky, they bronzed under fat cystic clouds, where darkness covered every tree with patterns. The sun’s smoke baked the stale crests of the mountains, while the gentle thorn beat of their snow-covered hearts shook the beads of frozen lakes. The hot black sea was filled with bitterness, striving to resemble the blind visions of its pathetic soul. A weak soul that carelessly fell into the depths of the whitening abyss. I saw it when I was getting up from my small crib, very young. The emotions that have appeared in me cannot be found in anything else. I began to feel the world, madly regretting those who are not around now. But what do I care about them? And why would anyone need others when life spoils your valuable imagination? She exposes herself as a maturing girl and blushes prettily. Scratches the dimples of your cheeks until they bleed, kissing only briefly. And then… The snow-white rose of her warmth descends to her poor, very weak chest. I will always be grateful for that…
After spending time with paintings on the second floor, I invariably noticed how a scattered lush herbarium, crying under the window, gently shimmers with an icy tangerine crust, close to an unripe, airy-green gooseberry, knitted on this earth with its emerald thorn-talisman. And then, listening to my sister’s poem about the dead baron, it was as if I touched the golden heartbeat of the great lord, who watched the world he conquered blossom like eternal gardens. Imagine only the limits of that sweet cradle; how smoothly the once-blackened bird echoed away from it, farther and farther away, farther… and further. The movement of the wings led my gaze to a gloomy forest in the fog, to a field in rye that was mown to the brim, not far from the noticeable whitish graves. They seemed to frame the forest like a wall, but in fact, they had long been like low castles throughout its territory. I’ve seen it every day. Not a copper, almost honey, evening landscape – the most affectionate that I would have seen. Luxurious fabrics of coolness embroidered a combination of unrestrained, autumnal charm of these species. They contained a frozen fire of caramel-claret color. Cool and slow, he breathed the scent of rain and soaked grass, gradually falling in love with me.
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“A suicide card enclosed in the flyleaf of Danny’s diary…”
– No, I’m afraid alone, let’s go together —
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