Pen and paper

Before she obtained her weapons, she would have never been able to imagine what she could do with them. Once a pen and a paper were in front of her she was capable of everything.

Dragons would crawl out of the tip of her pen and mountains of ink and words would feel the page. She would let her imagination run wild and conjure up castles, prisons and give flesh to happy faces.

Did she dream of clouds made out of marshmallows and flying chocolates? It was done.

Did she dream of a princess in high heels humiliating a prince wearing pink skirts? It was done.

Did she dream of bony witches slowing draining the blood out of young animals? It was done with a stroke of her pen.

Whatever she could ever dream or think of, it could be turned into reality. All she needed was a pen and paper.



Poor kitty. Someone had left it abandoned in an empty cart box. It was alone, left to starve to death in the entrance of a small alleyway deprived of the warmth of the sun.

The kitty meowed softly to her; her heart was filled with pain at the image of the skeleton body. Its fur was not soft anymore and frostbite had claimed one of its ears.

The little girl picked up the kitty and tried to comfort it in her hug. She would save its life, she knew she could and would do it. The little kitty meowed louder now, in protest and fear. Poor kitty, what much have gone through… this was all she could think as the kitty tried to escape her soothing embrace.

The little girl absorbed by the kitty’s suffering never sensed his approaching. He a shadow that emerged from the dark corner of the street, a shadow of hunger. He was cautious now, so close to his meal after such a long time. The kitty was scratching the young girl in panic.

The shadow stood behind her, he bared his fangs longing to taste the little girl’s warm blood and the tender flesh… he was so close, seconds away from his kill…

The kitty put its last effort to escape the girl’s hands. It scratched her so deep, that the girl let it go. The shadow was about to put his hands around her small neck, when the girl lurched forward in the sunlight. “Kitty, come back!”

The little girl and the kitty run away from him, bathed in sunlight. Shadows like him could exist only in the dark alleys and never in broad daylight.


The rain dripped down the window of the car. It was a slow rain, a sad rain. It seemed to her that the stars wept for her since no one else would it.

It looked as if the sky shed all the tears she could not shed.

She had to be strong and not let anyone else the storm inside her. She was alone and ready to tackle it all, as long as it rained.


Take a deep breath, all will be ok. I am here for you, no one will try to take your life away from you.

Take a deep breath, that’s it, relax. You can do it all and you are stronger than you think. You are still alive, after all that has happened to you.

All the pressure of your life did not crush you like thin toothpicks. All the bad people hovering in the line of your imagination and reality have not touched you.

You are safe and alive. All you have to do is keep breathing.