«Looking around him, he spotted the glorious full moon
silhouette, peeking among the tree’s branches. The sight of that unique, yet
familiar vision was like bumping into an old friend in a foreign city. Its
discrete glow was just enough to allow him a satisfactory perception of the
surroundings. Not that he needed for he was pretty sure where he was going.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«It would be better for me
… that multitudes of men should disagree with me rather than that I, being one,
should be out of harmony with myself.»
«Like a sudden rush of energy in a lifeless being,
that contagious and familiar sound, immediately re-established the connection
with the sometimes forgotten and often neglected part of him that still
preserved that childlike ability, to believe in what is considered impossible,
in the light of the rational standards.
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«Don’t walk too far away
from the child within you, and never abandon the sense of wonder that magnifies
the smallest of things into mountains of joy — for one day, when you lose sight
of happiness, that child within can guide you back to the things that once
nourished your heart.»
«He felt that his senses gradually grew sharper making
him sensible to all manifestations of life that were simultaneously happening
around him, even the tiniest and imperceptible ones.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«How terribly sad it was
that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary
as living.»
«The profound silence of the nocturnal hours has
always been one of the factors that impressed him the most in those lone night
incursions, but in order to fully benefit from that experience, he needed to
empty his head from all the gibberish talk that had been overpowering his
thoughts and allow this peaceful state, resulting from the absence of noise, to
impregnate his mind, like a sponge gladly welcomes the liquid element which
will transform its barren matter into a fertile receptacle of life.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«A few times in my life
I’ve had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds the silence
drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp
and the world seems so fresh. It’s as though it had all just come into
existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like
everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back
to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant
to be.»
