Kyriakos
06-29-2010, 01:47 PM
Hi, this is my first ever post in these forums :)
I am 31, a published writer since last year. My sole book up to now is a collection of four short stories (the largest is 27 pages long), with psychological thematology. I think that it mostly can be seen as an "urban fantasy" literature, since it deals with isolation of the protagonist in the large city, fears, negative thoughts, and the struggle to co-exist with the environment.
I am Greek, and write in Greek. However this is a translation of the beginning of one of my stories, which has a theme of horror:
Anastasia
The little fellowship of the students had gathered around the living-room table. The discussion, after it turned to various subjects, arrived to women, something which seemed unpleasant to me because now I was readying myself to listen to the same observations, which I already knew so well, and however I could not influence enough the others so that a different subject for discussion could be chosen, more so when some considered this as such a crucial one, and everyone had something to say.
Thus for a little while I was listening to some observations which seemed to me to be general and boring, but despite that in the discussion only one apart from me, someone unknown to me who had come along a friend of our host, someone of my own age, very thin, dressed in black, with long black hair, was sitting also silent, with an expression which perhaps I had guessed accurately that it portrayed his dismissal of what was being said.
At some time someone I knew, reacting to a sighing of someone else, noted that some relations with women had horrified him. “Could you tell me what you mean?” asked suddenly the dressed in black young man, whose eyebrows seemed to have been pronouncedly raised, but his stare did not betray merely some disbelief for what he was listening’ perhaps it was mixed with a hope. He was given the explanation that some women were so jealous that really were giving the impression that they could perhaps act upon unusual urges, if they came to be cornered, as they themselves would see it.
“This is not horrifying” said the young man. “I trust that you are referring to some cases of jealousy, which however are being easily explained by the idiosyncrasy of the person, and in any case although they can cause unease, or even some small fear that the relationship will prolong itself always presenting larger problems, they never cause horror. But there are other relationships with women which can indeed cause it. Allow me to relate to you the following story which happened to me many years ago, when I was still in the first half of high school”.
Some notes about the plot: It is a story about a girl who had a very unfortunate event in her family. That event happened immediately after she was playing with some friends of hers, but it was an unussual "game". She was taking part in a black magic ceremony.
All through the story the narrator is trying to calm her, and explain logically that what happened was not her fault. But that is not enough, it seems. Anastasia wants to repeat the ceremony, this time with him, so that she can be certain it had no effect the first time either.
But something does happen when the last black candle is lit :)
Looking forward to your views on all this. And i want to say that i am happy to be in this forum, which seems to be very active and civilized.
Regards,
Kyriakos
I am 31, a published writer since last year. My sole book up to now is a collection of four short stories (the largest is 27 pages long), with psychological thematology. I think that it mostly can be seen as an "urban fantasy" literature, since it deals with isolation of the protagonist in the large city, fears, negative thoughts, and the struggle to co-exist with the environment.
I am Greek, and write in Greek. However this is a translation of the beginning of one of my stories, which has a theme of horror:
Anastasia
The little fellowship of the students had gathered around the living-room table. The discussion, after it turned to various subjects, arrived to women, something which seemed unpleasant to me because now I was readying myself to listen to the same observations, which I already knew so well, and however I could not influence enough the others so that a different subject for discussion could be chosen, more so when some considered this as such a crucial one, and everyone had something to say.
Thus for a little while I was listening to some observations which seemed to me to be general and boring, but despite that in the discussion only one apart from me, someone unknown to me who had come along a friend of our host, someone of my own age, very thin, dressed in black, with long black hair, was sitting also silent, with an expression which perhaps I had guessed accurately that it portrayed his dismissal of what was being said.
At some time someone I knew, reacting to a sighing of someone else, noted that some relations with women had horrified him. “Could you tell me what you mean?” asked suddenly the dressed in black young man, whose eyebrows seemed to have been pronouncedly raised, but his stare did not betray merely some disbelief for what he was listening’ perhaps it was mixed with a hope. He was given the explanation that some women were so jealous that really were giving the impression that they could perhaps act upon unusual urges, if they came to be cornered, as they themselves would see it.
“This is not horrifying” said the young man. “I trust that you are referring to some cases of jealousy, which however are being easily explained by the idiosyncrasy of the person, and in any case although they can cause unease, or even some small fear that the relationship will prolong itself always presenting larger problems, they never cause horror. But there are other relationships with women which can indeed cause it. Allow me to relate to you the following story which happened to me many years ago, when I was still in the first half of high school”.
Some notes about the plot: It is a story about a girl who had a very unfortunate event in her family. That event happened immediately after she was playing with some friends of hers, but it was an unussual "game". She was taking part in a black magic ceremony.
All through the story the narrator is trying to calm her, and explain logically that what happened was not her fault. But that is not enough, it seems. Anastasia wants to repeat the ceremony, this time with him, so that she can be certain it had no effect the first time either.
But something does happen when the last black candle is lit :)
Looking forward to your views on all this. And i want to say that i am happy to be in this forum, which seems to be very active and civilized.
Regards,
Kyriakos