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Vendetta!

Vendetta!

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Searching for the salesman

Glassy eyes, like the ones emotionless of a big doll. The guy, as everyone always calls him, is looking motionless at the door. No, it’s not an entrance or an exit what he’s searching for, but a bit of rest. Here, on the ground abandoned, lays the letter, still open

Not being able to help you when you needed, that’s my disease, not being able to see what you really could be, but nothing ever let me be happier than seeing you coming to this world

From negative…

All negative sentences, as someone whose intent is to prepare for the worst, put the hands ahead. Like the day your younger cousin asks you to come with him for the first ride alone in the car and you just try to press on an invisible brake. This seems to be the purpose of that incipit, that continued

I wish I could have the force to rise my head and fight for you that night

…to conditional

From negative phrases to a conditional one, you can see you’re close to the truth. A doubt, anyways, a carcinogenic shadow spider of the thoughts, cannot stop oppressing the eyes of the guy. It was only a feeling of guilt without hope or a real immense love the one his grandma always showed to him? How could she hide a fact so important for so long, letting it mutate in a cancer and letting the soul itself suffer? If she would just have the bravery to say something like

I know how things were and it wasn’t easy to hide it from you for so long. What I know is that if I’d told you this before, probably now I wouldn’t be sick, and you weren’t reading these lines suspended by those stones that are my tears.

A small detail

Yet, it’s not the grandma what matters right now. She helped doing so, but someone else is the one who actually did it. If he wants to find out whom, he needs to focus on another detail. The night of the accident for example

Vendetta!
Vendetta!

There was three or four in the morning, when a young man knocked the door followed by a doctor. Do you remember, you used to like doctor B. It was Christmas Eve and your dad was crying all day in his room. In that room you could see all the misery of a widow, a half man without purpose, getting grey among the rooms of his memory. And then there were you, the happiness embodied, the fire able to get warm the entire house. You were drawing as always in your room, laying in your bed. At the time you were into elephants, I remember. I didn’t know what to do, those man passed through the stairs leaving your dad in his room, searching for some useless music he couldn’t find in the air.

A white soul

Then the letter continues with all the details, how they had to restrain him, knock him out and drive him to death, in order to extract his soul. A white soul, so bright that it makes everyone laugh, even his father downstairs in his room. The doctor, at the last moment, seemed to feel it was wrong, and they pushed him out. Everything seems to be so smooth, but something else should be important, right there

Who was that salesman?

I don’t know how to describe the face of that man, the salesman. everything was so rapid, my small snail. I remember the wanted to speak to you, before. I don’t know if it was just to distract you, or maybe to understand if that soul was the real one. Maybe the doctor wanted to stop everything and he was trying to find a way to do so.

The soul sketched it!

Sure! Why he couldn’t think about that before! Even if he cannot remeber anything, he had the pencil and the sheet in from of him. His soul draw that moment, that’s for sure. The doctor and the other man, they have to be somewhere, the last draw of his helpless soul is the most important.

The stolen soul

This is the case of the stolen soul, it must be. And the guy doesn’t know yet that the person he wants to search has his name craved in his left foot, right now.

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This story will be published once per week only, with all rights reserved for the story and its translations by Flyingstories.org and in the person of Daniele Frau.

All the graphics are handmade and designed with different techniques by Gabriele Manca, DMQ productions, who reserves all rights. 

All English articles published in Souls (alive) proofread by Elisabeth Corcoran

That boy_ the hand of the grandma

That boy

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A sunny day

As absurd it would sound, sometimes we refer to a day as a “Sunny day”. As if in all the other cases the sun wasn’t there to show that the Earth isn’t hidden alone in the darkness of the universe. Even in the places in which seals and polar bears still survive, the sun is still there. Maybe you cannot see it for sometimes, but it’s still there, as an adult hiding from a child to win a laugh.

suicide office

Find Him!

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His name

What

was

his

name?

it’s not easy now to bring some order to the memories, but maybe was

G., or J., maybe P.? Who knows?

The body, the soul

About body and soul

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Such an healthy man

How could you possibly expect from an healthy, powerful, strong man to die without showing any sign of it? Time decides to stop in an human existence, and doing so chooses smoothly every small details, never explaining them to mortals- or immortals. A soul is an immortal being, out of time. If it’s going to disappear in a certain time and place is just to be ready to reappear in another one.

The night... la notte

The night

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The night is made for nightmares

In the night every door makes a different sound if you knock on it. There are different ways of knocking and different doors to knock on. The wood is as important as how impatience is the fist going to knock. Usually the most used way to call for attention in front of a door is to hit it with a flat hand or with a fist. In our case the hand is knocking hard with the fist, but with a certain elegance all the same.

Numeri, numbers

The big day

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Numbers

Three two one

Numbers, Time

The world of souls

Chapter One

The World of the Souls

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A chapter is finished. If you’d only see your faces, while you run opening and closing doors, you’d have an idea why I decided to write this story. Nothing but us, humanity amassed at the angles of the circle. I saw mothers and fathers, sleepy children and small- bear shaped clouds. In the end I needed this story to put all my sensations, my visions all together.

The restaurants

The restaurants, for instance, the places in which I pass most of my time. People I met just few minutes before trying to stay focus, waiting for an electric impulse from the other side of the world to bring them a smile. As the person who decided to wait for the rain at the margin of the desert, while sitting on a water spring.

The roads

The roads have been introduced in this chapter. Full of mud, sand and cars. Only the characters are missing, the so- called humans. They are hidden inside their cars drinking long coffee. Outside a surreal noise is trying to let people love Nature, again.

The souls

Souls are the link between everything and everyone. In this past chapter they silently linked everyone, while in the next one they will start to scream. A drum, passing information from one village to the other, a plot which grows without getting too dense. Layers of clouds.

A foretaste

In the next chapter there will be some new faces. You know a lot already, from the objects able to account to S.’s dreams of glory. The story will be more alive and interesting. New point of view are going to come, watches able to keep track of time in the story. What can I add? See you next week as always!

Oh, p.s.

Below you’ll find all the 12 parts of the story. Yes, 12 as the numbers in a watch which is looking forward to find his role in the story.

-1– I’m a humble pair of shoes –1–

–2– The soul’s speech –2–

–3 — The value of a soul –3–

— 4 — The dealer of souls— 4 —

— 5— The store of souls — 5 —

— 6– Sales lessons —6–

—7– The souls device —7–

—8– The cinema, the advertisement—8–

–9–Cinema, the kiss–9–

–10–The Restaurant –10–

-11- The Boss -11-

-12- The wall -12-

This story will be published once per week only, with all rights reserved for the story and its translations by Flyingstories.org and in the person of Daniele Frau.

All the graphics are handmade and designed with different techniques by Gabriele Manca, DMQ productions, who reserves all rights. 

All English articles published in Souls (alive) proofread by Elisabeth Corcoran

The wall

The wall

Great expectations

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Tik, tok, tik, tok

Two pair of shoes follow the same pace, right at the foot of the wall. This pair of high- heeled shoes keeps walking on the white waxed floor at the HQ, leaving behind a trace of perfume and a blue shadow.

Puck, Pack, Pick, Puck

The boss is here

The Boss

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An (un) expected news

A simple potato makes a different sound if you drop it down in the dark, as in the dark the potato itself was different

The ghost

Now finally we can meet the Boss. We’ll be there soon, following one of our ghosts. Odontologists and dentists usually get mad about one thing, people sucking candies. Another reason that makes them angry is

The restaurant- the woman in blue

The restaurant

Second date

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— Read in Italian–

A restaurant is quite a choice after a first date at the cinema. The reason why people decide to go to the restaurant is obviously not to seat and eat.

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