Category: souls (alive)

A woman in blue

Such a nice pair of blue shoes! Suddenly, a woman dressed in blue appears. S. is walking out of the room, followed by applause.<<Hi.>> She wears such a great pair of blue shoes!<<H-hello.>>Answers back S., a bit startled.<<It seems that you gave an excellent lecture back there. I’ve never...

The dealer of souls: the job

What a job! <<Why the most odd job, between all jobs?>> They call it a job! Working has a sense only if you wake up angry and tired in the morning. You have a job when you knead the bread, make sausages, produce some cheese, or at least you...

The train

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — I’m a train I’m a train. An iron belly running fast over immense skates. Once being the soul of a train wasn’t as easy as right...

Treason!

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Under the hat Days and days without any sound, just the same bicycle parked in front of the house. From the room, a dim light which...

The library

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Events It was a long time life didn’t dare, or even attempt, to transform some drops into a rushing stream, or even a river. It’s a...

The trap works

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The bicycle It was just few minutes ago. Then the woman took her bicycle, again. Following those wheels are not as easy as you can think,...

Help!

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The help he needs The tracker Stumbles and bounces back, a dead branch of a tree dissolved in the wind. It’s just another dark shadow passing...

Waiters

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The letter Only M. knows the truth. Or part of it. What I know is that we don’t have much time to loose, since the guy...

That guy, again

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Drawing the cold The evening is just a yellowed piece of paper desperately trying to picture a cold town. How do you illustrate a cold sensation?...

Run!

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Death Dying is so easy that no one wants really be next on the list. Or too difficult, perhaps? Maybe it’s just the dread of finding...