Dialogue #1

Brain Surgery

-…Brain surgery.

-I’m sorry, what?

-There’s going to be a brain surgery.

-Right. And what’s it have to do with me?

-You’re the one getting the surgery.

-But I feel fine. Why do I have to go through this?

-You see, your brain is about to melt. We can see that from the autopsy.


-Do you understand what I’m saying?

-Kind of. I don’t know. Maybe.

-Take a look at these pictures.

-Is this me?

-That’s right.

-And I’m covered with blood.

-Yes, you are.

-So, what happened?

-You don’t remember?

-I came to my senses when you said “brain surgery”.

-You’ve been here for 3 years now. Do you not recall your living here at all?

-No. I don’t think I even recall my own name.

-You see, that’s why it’s needed to be done right away.

-Fine. I agree. Do it.

-Hold still. This might sting a bit.


-And this is how I got myself killed.


Short Story #2

The Other Me in the Mirror

It’s not me in the mirror. I know it. I just know it. This is not the me I know so well. It’s something else… More cold. More sinister. More death like. And it’s staring at me back… It scares me every time I do this. I must be stupid to even consider doing this.

There is a myth going on, and I’m starting to believe it, that if you stare at the mirror in the dark for long enough, you can see your true form, the non-human form.

At first it seemed to me like a joke. However, once I tried it, something felt not right. At first I only stared for a couple of minutes and immediately saw something, I wasn’t sure what it was, but it scared the crap out of me and I turned on the lights and didn’t do it again for some time. Then… After a couple of days… I felt curious, curious to know who is it inside me that I should be seeing in the mirror. So I began staring for more than just minutes. I was staring for half an hour, an hour, two hours. Each day I stared for longer and longer. I was seeing a shadow covering my whole body. But it wasn’t a normal shadow, it was glowing in red. I thought my eyes are tricking me. It’s gotta be the only explanation. You can trick your brain in the darkness because you can’t see that well. I told myself this, and yet… Something told me I should look for more. So I looked. And I stared. And stared. And stared… For hours, every day. Each day something new showed up. A new curve in my face, a new shadow like entity, surrounding my body. Then, at last, I saw something, a completely different face. Such a face that… did not resemble anything I knew of. I can’t even describe what I saw. But it had this evil expression. The kind that said “I’ll torture you and everyone else. I’ll skin your soul and throw it to the devil. You will be sorry, very sorry you met me.” It was wrong, very wrong, yet I still wanted to look at it for some reason. If it is me, then I want to get to know the other me. Who or what is it exactly? Maybe I shouldn’t… Maybe…

After a while, I started seeing weird things, mostly in the dark. When I turned off the lights, I saw that my fingers were much longer than they normally are, the fingernails were much sharper than mine. I saw wings and a tail. I saw goat-like feet. This was very strange. I can’t be hallucinating like this when I’m sober. It just can’t be. Why am I seeing those things? I never seen them before, not in the dark, not in the light. Those can’t belong to me! My mind is definitely being tricked.

I stare at the mirror again. That dark entity… That is not me… Who is this? What is this? Where did it come from? Why is it smirking like that? It wants to touch me! Keep your arms away from me! It grabs me by the neck! NO! I can’t run away! Why?! Oh my god! It’s dragging me into the depths of… what!? Don’t come outside! You, people, run! Run now!! It will grab you! It will kill you!! HEY! Do you hear me!? Why aren’t you running away!? Can’t you see it!?

Don’t listen to that fool. He lost his mind. He keeps believing in some kind of entity that doesn’t actually exist. Listen to me, I’m the most sane among us. Nothing can harm you, nothing can touch you. You’re safe. Safe in this world.

Ghosts aren’t real. Demons aren’t real. You thought something sinister and non-human exists in this world? Don’t get fooled by those mentally ill people.

People once thought the Earth is flat. Turned out to be wrong. You’ll see how their sayings will also turn out to be wrong.


You heard nothing. Don’t worry. It’s nothing… Focus on me. Now, breathe in and breathe out.


If you suddenly see a circle at the center of your room, pay no attention to it. It’s your mind fooling you.


You feel like someone is watching you from behind? It’s your imagination. Trust me.


Blood? Don’t be silly. Why would there be blood? No one got hurt. Oh, you see a wounded animal? Didn’t I tell you? Everything is just in your imagination.

You’re getting too distracted. This ritual won’t work if you don’t focus on me. What ritual? Oh, that doesn’t matter. Forget about it, forget, stay focused on me.

You’re starting to hear loud voices? Good. Good.


Short Story #1

Through Darkest Times

A distant thought, yet a constant one has emerged to a young fellow whose life has been nothing but pain. “What if I end it all right now? Will the pain go away?” It sure was relaxing to think about all problems disappearing instantly. He kept thinking about it, not telling anyone. Then, one day, he couldn’t take it anymore. He started planning his death. It seemed right at the moment. Everything was ready- the liquor, the cigarettes, the extremely sharp knife. It was all within reach. He drank one shot, then another one, while his hands were shaking. He held a lit cigarette in his other hand. He knew it would hurt really bad and that’s why he was hesitating about the whole idea. Once he let go of everything he was holding and grabbed the knife, he realized just how terrifying suicide is. The pain, regret, everything a person ever knew will be gone. He will no longer breathe, no longer hear, see, feel anything at all. The worst part is that you won’t know where will you end up once you’re dead. It’s all speculations. And so, while he was pressing the knife against his skin he started to have second thoughts. He knew he should do it before he’ll regret it. Determined on his goal, he screamed so loud and made sure to spill a lot of blood in seconds. His consciousness began to fade as the floor filled up with red. A few moments later, he regained consciousness and saw that he failed. He stood up, although he was very weak, reached to the window, climbed out of it, but then paused. Something told him to forget about his plans. What was it? Why did it appear all of a sudden? Why couldn’t he remember the very thing that made him go on living? Why right now he’s somewhere else entirely? Where is he? All the dark kept distorting every other sight. It soon was pitch black. Everything’s quiet. There’s a peaceful feeling. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to think about.

“I’m fine… Raquel… It’s alright… It was meant to be…”

Who said it? Probably those words slipped through his mouth. But who was he talking to? Does it even matter? All that matters is that he was at peace and all his troubles faded away, just like he wanted to.

And then… Then, there was a bright light. “Go towards the light,” someone said to him. “Don’t be afraid. Everything will be fine.”

So he went. He went through this light. And found himself somewhere out of reach, somewhere nobody can see or touch him. He could understand everything and everything went according to his plans. What was it again? Why was he there? What will be next? Is there even a point to worry about these things? Is there a point to existence itself? Right from the start you knew this would happen. You knew about all of it and let it happen anyway. Who are you to make these decisions by yourself? Who are you to judge what’s right or wrong? Who are you to even think highly about yourself? Breathe in, breathe out. Open your eyes. Say something. Anything at all. Please.

Now he’s realizing he is indeed somewhere else. Where is this place? He must open his eyes and see for himself. So he opens his eyes. A pain. A severe one. In his chest, in his arms, legs, everywhere else in his body. His heart is beating ten times faster than it should be. He looks and sees a beautiful white haired young woman chanting something familiar in a foreign language that he somehow understands. The woman looks at him and smiles gently. “You will soon leave here.” she says. “You must remember what you must do. Hold this and never let go.” She gives him a small golden souvenir that means the world for both of them. He clings to it although he had lost a feeling in his arms. “I shall never forget.”

Then, as if he traveled through multiple dimensions and times (and perhaps it did happen), he finds himself standing on the edge of a window with an arm bleeding. “I can’t do that. I must live on,” he says. He backs down and sits on the floor, breathing heavily, while looking for a way to stop the bleeding. There it is. He takes it and wraps around the arm. Someone arrived to save him and it was a fate that their paths crossed. Now they are living together, saving the world every single day. They are the god and goddess of the human world who once were humans themselves.