Saturday, June 18, 2011

Chronicles of Aliks: Toska

Chronicles of Aliks: Toska

Aliks inhaled fumes and exhaled. He tapped the cigar he was smoking above a severely full ashtray until its ashes fell onto the miniature mountain of cigar buds. A wine bottle half empty rest at the edge of his little square table, which stood next to the leather lounge chair he was sitting. The fire burned, crackled now and then, and he stared at the fire’s dance. He, for a brief second, admired it. He sat there in his lavish study room for hours, till his eyes could bear the weight no more.


Blood drips from his small young hands and he stares at it through his teary eyes. His heart feels like it is about to jump out of his rib cage to run for a 400m sprint. 

Aliks startled and awoke from his sleep and from his dream. He looked at the clock hanging at the wall. It was 4.22am. He had just napped for 20 minutes.

A sudden sadness, rage, pain and all the torment he had pent up inside him burst. Aliks took the wine bottle and smashed it into the fire place, making the fire burst and danced even more vigorously. He stood up and kicked the table next to him, pulled and ripped the curtains, he took the decorative axe that hung above the fireplace and smashed the walls, the wooden desk in the room, the shelves and all things that is unluckily within his sight. Aliks then turned to face the huge clerestory window of his mansion. He took a deep breath and threw the axe over with a cry, smashing the glass and triggered the alarm that rang through his huge estate. He smiled in satisfaction as he gasped for air. He then dropped onto the floor, that was adorned with debris from his amok, before breaking into a hysterical laughter.

Aliks laughed and laughed and laughed, till his voice slowly turned moaning and wailing. He was crying.

(I've actually written a few series of the Chronicles of Aliks/Alex but i seemed to have misplaced them and only some (maybe only one) is published in this blog. This lazily written piece was done at about 4am, took me about 20 minutes to write. I'm tired but i can't sleep. This is making me depressed.. :D but after writing, my eyes are now showing signs of allowing me-self to actually sleep. Maybe coz i stare at bright screen in the dark room. Ahaks. *yawn*~~ :D~~ *happy*) could't be bothered to edit. Good night...hopefully.

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