TAR AND WIND – CREATING REALITY AGAIN

Sandals. Excellent! Couldn’t you think of something better to be running in? You fool! Haven’t you watched enough horror movies? Army boots is the only good option here!

Soles of cheap sandals knocked loudly on the cobblestones. In my head there was no particular panic – everything was filled with hum, the hum symphony of cobblestones and sandals. I wanted to stop to catch mybreath and to finally even hear something other than this humming noise. But stopping was out of question. “They’re right behind us..”

A TEACHER OF A TEACHER

I was really anticipating this day. Finally I’ll be able to see the one who was teaching my teacher.

For many years my own teacher was my second inner voice, guiding my development. She was and is an infallible authority that would advise an answer when it seems that i don’t have it and would never have it. As long as I knew her I saw her already adult and wise. I prefered not to think about what she was before.

A LIFE OUTSIDE OF THE BOOK

Icicles-killers were rushing right at her. No warm hoodie could save her from piercing icy wind and chilled evil snowflakes. Apparently for nature it wasn’t enough just to create an anesthetizing air stream, it also wanted to cut the unfortunate victims.

It was only 500 meters left till the entrance of a restaurant. Listening to the sound of her teeth clicking together she was counting how many steps she was making and how many minutes of this hell she still had; but at reaching the door of so promised warm and care she passed by without even slowing down.

YOU EAT, BUT YOU’RE AFRAID TO BE EATEN

Zombie apocalypse is quite a pretty sight indeed. Bitten, chewed, infected, got dead, repeat. Being devoured with all your guts – is another matter entirely. Are you ready? Do you know where is the nearest store with products and weapons? Do you know whether you will want to fight when you realize that the weapons are useless and that victory can not be achieved. Nothing personal, just food.