Tempo, Verita, e Cuore [Part 1]

This is the beginning of something [dunno what] in my head that I thought would be cool to type out. I think it came from a dream or something. Whatev. I hope you like it.

Enn hated planes. Her mother had always told her that when she was young she would scream her cords raw in response to her ears popping. She would have to go on a plane. 4 times within less that 2 weeks. She was far from prepared to face her fear of flying. Not even once. But like they say with pleasure comes pain, and to get to where she wanted to be Enn would have to woman up.

She HAD to get away from "home" and life in general. As if it really could be called that. Enn knew that once she crossed that invisible border into a fleeting glimpse of freedom life for those glorious 10 days would be lived in a daze like a dream that she wished could last forever. Those 10 days, 240 hours, 14400 minutes, 864000 seconds would give her a high she would cherish and protect that she would never experience in the same way and could never be taken away.

She dreamed of being stress free full of naked happiness. None of the painted, feigned, airbrushed happiness she displayed in order to be left alone. Enn dreamed of the fairytale style romance she hoped to encounter in her endeavors and carry with her towards the white picket fence on the top of her mountain of future possibilities. This love coupled with the freedom she dreamscaped of occupied every waking moment of her thoughts. These clouds in the endless sky that was her mind kept her sane and her anger in control.

A Sigh of Relief

Now that the awkward first blogggyness is over with I want to post the beginning of my first typed short story. I'm sort of a dreamer type... understatement, so all the stuff that's in my head that I see as a bunch of crap is quite interesting I've been told after consulting people near me. So I call this one short story.

Short Story


She awoke in a frenzied daze, coupled with the frightening inability to remember what had happened to her in the last 2 days. Through blurred vision she began to search for the smallest whiff of sensation. The only thing she could recall was the worst feeling to have fortify itself. Regret. She didn't remember what she said or what she did to ruin life as she had known it, but she had no choice other than to move on. Her motto had always been 'live for the future'. She quickly surveyed her dim surroundings to assure that she was in no danger. It was a small obviously family owned bar with no more than 7 people scattered in the limited space. The walls were littered with ancient graffiti speaking in great volume the tones exhumed by troubled souls. After regaining her sight she had lost her feelings of discomfort and was enamored in the forceful beauty the venue exploded with.
Then she saw him. And yet again, to her displeasure, her future was an abysmal void.

Why Hello!

This is my first blog. Such a cliche statement, yes, but what else can I say huh?