The Nameless 6

The Spirit of Emulation

This short story is quite humorous. I've choosen it mainly because it starts like a normal day-to-day life, and then looses control, flying over the borders of common sence. It's about a relationship between the residents of an unusual building and their quite exotic pets...

I think it's nice to have some humour in our lives once in a while to open a smile on each and everyone of us...

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/SpirEmul.shtml

Hope you like it! ^_^

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Posted by Anonymous at 1:55 pm | Permalink | Comments

This is a story about a man and his daughter who is in hospital... It touched me because it remembers the relationship that I have with my father.
I hope that you like it. And it's really short! =P

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/FishJasm.shtml

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Posted by Joana Carlos at 12:34 am | Permalink | Comments

I hope you like Poe, Edgar Alan Poe, master of terror.


Tell Tell Heart

Enjoy ^^

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Posted by André Pereira at 4:39 pm | Permalink | Comments

Hi!!

I'm posting here the link for the short story that I've chose: Death by Scrabble.

It's a very interesting story... that if you like irony and just a little bit of morbid humour...

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/

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Posted by Geossara Costa at 12:24 am | Permalink | Comments

I hate choosing, I really do!
That was what I was thinking exactly two years ago.
For the first time I had to choose between two men, a wealthy one, Anura Perera, and a cook on the beach, Vijay.
Now that I look at the past I can see clearly that I had no reason to think about making a choice, because that question had an obvious answer.
But the turning point happened that day, when Mr Perera would come for our first date. If I remember it correctly, the telephone rang and it was Vijay asking me to have a dinner with him. I can still remember hearing the sea through the phone. I didn’t give him an answer. After all, what would I do? All my family was waiting for Mr Perera arrival… And Vijay was waiting for me…
He wouldn’t call me again. It was up to me to decide what to do.
Slowly and completely lost in my thoughts I went back to ironing my jade green saree. I was doing everything automatically, like a machine, and my thoughts were far away…
Like awaking from a dream, I found myself walking along the beach, with the sea’s smell embracing me.
A few steps forward, we could see Vijay’s Beach Hut. But something was different that night. While I was getting closer, I could see it better.
The Beach Hut was only being enlightened by a few candles disposed at the centre of a beautifully arranged table.
I kept walking towards that amazing view, but it seemed that I would never reach it. I wanted to get closer, but my feet wouldn’t move.
Suddenly Vijay was standing at the Beach Hut door, and as if he knew what I was feeling, he came to me and took me gently by the hand.
I felt I was being treated like a child that couldn’t do anything for herself. He would put the food in my plate, poured the wine, which felt especially sweet that night. But on the other hand it felt really good to be the centre of his attention.
Despite all that happiness I was feeling, I couldn’t look in his eyes. It was like all gravity was focused on my head, keeping me from looking at him.
It was while I was thinking about this that Vijay’s gentle hand slowly raised my head and he gave me a soft kiss. A long kiss that, in its innocence, totally contrasted with the cold night air.
Two years have passed since that day, the day that absolutely changed my life. My all body and soul chose for me to be with him, and there certainly couldn’t be bigger joy.
Every single day is spent at the Beach Hut, which is already my home. I get to feel the ocean breeze that I love so much, in my country that I also love.
The family that once supported with all their strength my marriage with a total stranger, now love the man I chose and love so deeply.
Like a fairytale everybody tells that can’t happen in real life, I feel I can live happily ever after.

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Posted by Geossara Costa at 1:44 am | Permalink | Comments

Here I am sitting on the sofa, waiting for my husband to come home from work and have dinner with me. He doesn’t like to eat my food so I learned to cook the things that he loves most.

I’m so tired of my life! I go out just to buy food for the next few days. He’s never home. He has better things to do than be with me. And I never loved him…

Amma chose my life instead of me. She thought that this marriage would make me happier and that I would have a better life than she had with my father who died the day I was born. But, besides that, I only had two options. One of them was to live with a rich man that had a beautiful house, a good job and was living in Australia. The other option was to live with a poor man that was a cook on the beach and who I loved…

I miss Amma and Vijay a lot. I can’t phone them because I’m not allowed to. Besides, we don’t talk a lot. I’m just the housewife.

The only thing that makes me dream for a better life is to look at the sea through the window. Just to remember those days at the Beach Hut when I saw Vijay peeling some prawns for our dinner. We were so happy together! Why didn’t I do anything to stay with him? Well, it was only in my hands the choice of having a better life with money or love. I chose money… But, I still know his number by heart: Mount Lavinia 926979.

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Posted by Joana Carlos at 6:42 pm | Permalink | Comments

It’s never too late, is it?


It’s been quiet, almost too quiet… My life has changed quite a lot since I’ve left my beloved hometown… I now reside in Australia, a continent I’m not quite familiarized with… and share my life with a man I don’t like at all… I miss my mother… I miss my simple life… I miss the beach… and I miss Vijay…
It’s been two years since that dramatic day… The day I’ve left the only thing that kept me alive in this world… My roots, and my love… my true love! Not this person I share my bed every night!
I’ve never seen my mother again. I know she’s alright, because Anura keeps sending checks to her once a month, and they haven’t been refunded. I’ve never heard about Vijay since we talked at the telephone. I don’t know how he is, and what he's up to. If he still loves me, or has moved ahead remains unknown to me… But I still miss him…
Maybe I should let go… Maybe I should accept things has how they are… Sure, I should consider myself a lucky girl, being able to live a life of luxury, and I know many people would die to live as good as I do… but at what cost? I don’t associate myself in any way with this nightmare… this web of lies…
If only I could make a stand… to be an example for women everywhere… to actually rise over the ashes and charge into my dreams… But, I’m too weak, not physically, but mentally…
My life with Anura usually revolves around taking care of the house, making meals, tiding each and every room until he arrives at later at night. By then he surprises me with sparkly things, or furry coats... But, to be honest, he never surprised me at all! I feel as if I’m being paid to be “his” wife… a belonging, something you use and get rid of…
One day, I will take what’s rightfully mine… not the objects hanged on the coat hangers, or in the black boxes, but the life I’ve lost and hope to attain… It’s never too late… is it?

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