INSIDE A KING'S MIND

 

Hi everyone. I’m Francesco G. and today I  have a new introspective story to share with you, again I imagined and wrote the inner struggle of a mythological / historical figure. Writing these stories, I like to think of  the people behind the deeds, especially in the moments which build literature and history. I’d like to know what you think and, if you feel like doing it, please share your thoughts in the comments below.

THE COUNT OF TUSCANY, A STORY AND A SONG

 

Hi everyone, I’m Francesco G. and this is my new story for our blog. I decided to write one inspired to my favourite song lyrics.  I’m talking about “The Count of Tuscany” by Dream Theater, included in the album “Black clouds & silver linings”. The words in bold are quotations from the song.

This song does not only deal with the theme of fear, but also with stereotypes and easy cliches . Ready to read my story now? To create the right atmosphere, play the song while reading (CLICK HERE)

                 I saw a big smile on his face: <<You are a famous musician, aren’t you?>>. <<Yes, I am>>. Then I looked at him: he wore a really elegant suit, something you don’t expect to see in a bar in a small town in Tuscany.

THE SIEGE OF MASADA

Hi everybody, I’m Francesco G. ; I love history and you must have noticed from my previous posts. Now, today I will tell you a story, it’s set during the famous Siege of Masada. I’ve written the story from the eyes of Faustus Hortensius Laevinus, a Roman legionary.  Enjoy reading!

VEROLD ENDIR'S BESTIARY - 2 - SHUB-NIGGURATH

(an original series by Simone Ciucci)

After my adventurous encounter with the wendigos I am finally back home.

Well back to our hideout to be honest, but is the closest thing to a home I have.

When I enter the main hall I start hearing the voices of my comrades, they are good fellows, always respecting each other and helping if needed, that is the way of us hunters. We are just humans, only together we are stronger than the beasts.

After the compliments of my friends for the good job on my… let us say … misadventure, which I cut short, I have still things to do before I can consider that story over.

So I begin my research, our library is huge, filled with esoteric books and guides to the unknown, it would be hell if I did not know who to ask.

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“Good evening m’lady” I say

She turns around facing me,  as she sees me her expression changes from a focused stare to a happy and warm smile.

“Oh oh! Look who’s back” she says “how was your camping experience”

“I found it quite uncomfortable, I didn’t know deer could be so mean!”

She loughs lively as she comes closer and gives me a hug.

“I’ve come to ask you something”,  I say as she embraces me.

“Yeah, like always…you sure you don’t wanna rest a bit though?” She says as she raises one of her eyebrows slightly concerned.

I FIRST SAW MY WIFE 10 YEARS AFTER WE MARRIED

We watch movies. We read stories. Too often we forget that our lives are an adventure too!

We are surrounded by people who are really worth to be known.

 I am going to tell you about the experience of SHANDER. He tells us how everything that makes us different can be a gift.

“When you are blind you imagine how people look. Not by touching their face our gauging their height, but by their voice, and the kind of person they are”.

A DRAWING, A STORY, A VIDEO: THE KITSUNE & THE MAN

Once upon a time there was a young fox living in the forest. She was as beautiful as the rising sun and even the forest's yokais were fascinated by her grace.

She had nine long and hypnotic tails that shined in the dark as if they were made of fire. At the time foxes where called 狐, and they were gifted with powerful magic, far more powerful than any other mortal could ever have.

Soon the fox, due to her curiosity, found out the existence of humans, she found them so interesting that she started exercising on shape shifting, just to be able to get along with humans.  Even though not much time passed since she started, in just a couple of days she was already able to look like any human.

Some days as an old woman some other days as a child, she walked, spoke and even made friends among humans, but one day she didn't meet a normal human, he was different to her eyes, she soon started to feel something for him.

TIME FOR A STORY: A SAD SMILE

This is the third instalment of my story. I recommend you to read the first two ones,  HERE and HERE,  before going on reading "A Sad Smile". But if you are too lazy too do it, never mind, I bet you'll be able to enjoy the mystery surrounding the two protagonists anyway. Enjoy reading, whatever you choose!


“Don’t tell anybody. Can I trust you?”. Mark’s father said with a worried loudness.

“I promise you, yeah, you can trust me.” Mark answered.

Mark was thinking about his biggest mistake. He had trusted the wrong person. Anyway truth comes to light sooner or later. Well, ALWAYS. So, better safe than sorry. He was frightened, he lost control. What did his mistakes mean? An impenetrable trap of lies, an immense sense of guilt and a perpetual desire to put an end to it. An unveiled secret can completely upset your life, can make it a nightmare, can totally change the way you live.

ALICE’S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

Everyone knows Alice but not everybody knows how Alice was created or much about the writer of the book. Charles Dodgson better known as Lewis Carroll was born in Cheshire in 1832. He was an English writer, logician, mathematician and photographer. When he was eleven his family moved to Yorkshire, where he stayed for 25 years. Since he was a child he showed an open mind. He was very intelligent and when he was seven, he read an allegorical religious novel called “ The Pilgrim’s Progress”. He suffered from stuttering and that caused him many problems to socialize. At age twelve he was sent to study in a private school in Richmond. He was a genius, in fact his Maths teacher, R.B

TIME FOR A STORY - THE DARK FIGURE

She couldn’t sleep,  something kept her awake:  a noise , a feeling, a fear. She couldn’t understand what it was. She was lying down on her bed, in her room, motionless in the dark. Her open eyes tried to penetrate the darkness because it was where her demons hid. All her senses were alert, looking for a sound, a movement, anything that proved the presence of another person. The last weeks had been difficult, especially after that strange feeling had become a concern and finally certainty.  Someone followed her. Her house was watched. Someone spied on her movements: where she went, what she did, who she met. Everywhere she went he was with her: always.

Sometimes she had seen him from a shop window after she had  entered. A tall and young man with black hair and blue eyes,  so intense and penetrating to  seem unreal. He was always with her, and he knew she knew it , he knew she felt his presence. Then there was that night in the park. She had left her home to go jogging. Leaving the house she looked around furtively to try to see the black figure, as she had begun to do since she had discovered the stalker. She hadn’t seen him anywhere. She felt relieved, calmer so she started running. The sun was setting and the light of the street lamps illuminated the path,  she ran between the trees. The wind was the only sound other than that of her footsteps. A black figure. Suddenly something (or someone?) tried to make her fall. She remained motionless for a few seconds which seemed hours, then she reacted and started running fast, faster and faster.