Nsyrdn Stories

"I saw them both today. They do, too. They saw me with their eyes. I, with a saw. I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin." . "The skies will change to a darker shade, each day, always the same. Never changing. As I am. I'll be thinking of you, each seconds of my wake. Hoping you would have a great day. Hoping you are well. Hoping you are happy. While I'm asleep too, you are in my dream." . "So, why were you afraid of the thunder?" He asked curiously. "It g-give m-me night-nightmares." She answered weakly. "Really? What kind of nightmare?" . "He is nocturnal, just like me. He functions best at night, after everyone is asleep, that is the time we woke up." . . . // A collection of random and irrelative short stories- with different setting, differing characters, varying behavior, alternating moods and without definite theme or assured meaning, sometimes with only ending, other times with only just beginning, perhaps just a little moment in between those two- in every title. // Told from her point of view but sometimes could also be told from his. // Will be ended when the titles reach 30 and another book will be started.

"Taira. Taira, listen to me. You can't just took something that isn't yours, especially from nature. Especially not while an unknown girl is watching you." "...Why not?" "Taira, there's only one explanation for your sudden color blindness: you're cursed big time." - "Hey, you're not allowed here." A voice said. She did not reply. "Miss, this is a guy's dorm, what are you doing here," said another voice. - " He has got eyes the colour of honey. These eyes, they glare a lot. It shone a glorious brown and look like caramel coated with honey under the sun rays. When these eyes are directed at you, you just can't look away. In crowds, these eyes roll a lot. I don't think he likes crowds very much. " - " It has always been about your voice. One I cannot describe. It have just this nice undertone and slight shiver in it, that make me love hearing your voice. Over and over and over again. I will not get tired of your voice. That shiver in your voice is my symphony, calming me and claiming my attention. That voice that which churns my stomach just listening to your voice calling my name. " - "Why thank you, I can't help but notice this is some sort of compliment, albeit not nearly clear as any other compliment." She acknowledged. "Don't flatter yourself too much. That is merely a fact and a statement." He said, platonically. . . . . // A series of short stories that may or may not be associated with colours. // Unrelated short stories in every title.