ALWAYS REMEMBERED
Once upon a time, in a small town in Bosnia, there was a young man named Abdul. Abdul, a man standing well over six feet tall, had blond hair and deep-set blue eyes. Despite being called “Sunny Boy” due to his irresistible smile, he disliked the nickname and usually suppressed his smile. He had just finished his studies and was starting his new job as a professor at the local community college. On his first day, he walked into his classroom and his eyes met those of a beautiful young woman named Hata. Hata was one of his students, but Abdul couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. Hata was lean with a narrow beautifully sculpted face. She kept her hair in a soft, wavy swinging bob that curled under just above her shoulders. She wore it straight back from her forehead. He adored absolutely everything about her… CONTINUE
MAJDA AND SINISHA
Once upon a time, there was a young couple named Majda and Siniša who fell deeply in love and were married shortly after they met. Siniša was a journalist, and Majda was a nurse who cared for the wounded. They lived in a beautiful small town called Vukovar.
In the spring of 1991, the siege of Vukovar took place and suddenly, the whole world knew the name of this little town. First incidents started off small: homes and shops were attacked … The Serbian Army surrounded Vukovar and the real siege started in August.
The city was defended by less than two thousand soldiers, while the Yugoslav Army (de facto the Serb one) had between 27 and 80 thousand soldiers attacking. The siege took 87 days until Vukovar was captured by the Yugoslav Army and proclaimed the Serb city.
Despite the chaos and danger of war, Sinisa and Majda found comfort in each other’s company. They would steal moments together whenever they could, stealing kisses in the dark corners of the hospital or holding hands during brief breaks in the fighting.
One day, Sinisa was badly injured by a shrapnel of a grenade destroying a nearby school and was rushed to the hospital where Majda worked. Majda was devastated to see the man she loved lying on a hospital bed, his body riddled with wounds… CONTINUE
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Narrated by Lindsay Carrillo
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THE STORY OF US
A short love fiction inspired by a pair of eyes whose shade of blue is out of this world
Have you ever met someone for the first time and felt like you’ve known them forever? Against all odds, you know deep inside that you know them. They feel familiar and comforting. You are drawn to them, but you only just met them. How can that be? Could it be some kind of a karmic connection? Soulmates? Is such a thing even possible? Could it all be just a figment of your imagination or could there be an actual rational explanation for feeling this way? Is there a scientific explanation or is it fate?
Another gorgeous summer day. I shouldn’t be surprised by that; days here are always gorgeous. It’s summer all the time. The only time it rains and is gloomy is when we have an argument. He pulls the anger out of me. He knows which buttons to push, and he pushes them well. He understands the extent of effect he has on me. He’s the only one who can bring the storm, lightning, darkness, rain … out of me. It never lasts, of course, but it shows the power he has over me and he loves it. Oh, I’m sure I have the same effect on him too, but men can’t bring out the storms with their emotions like women can. Men can only walk away and hide. He hides in his man-cave until the storms of his emotions die down and then he comes back out looking more handsome than before; if that’s even possible. His smile can light up an entire universe. He is warm and inviting. The blue shade of his eyes doesn’t exist anywhere else in any universe. It only exists inside of him and when he’s calm and content, his eyes deepen and darken just a tiny bit. No one else can see it but me. I watch him so closely all the time. I soak him in. His beauty is indescribable to me. I don’t just physically see it; I feel it deeply. I know him so well that the beauty of him–all of him inside and out–overwhelms me. Soulmates.
We’ve known each other a long time. Ions. I don’t even remember the first time I laid eyes on him. We must have been created at the same time. Each lifetime we lived, we lived it together: learning and growing, driving each other mad at times too, but always ending up here; back home. He’s my opposite. There’s no me without him… CONTINUE
Malleus Maleficarum (short horror fiction)
Inspired by a nightmare.
“Hey, Natty!” Greeted Lora loudly through an open window of her boyfriend, Neal’s, old Camry, while he honked his horn loudly as his car screeched to a halt right in front of me. Their cheerful moods made me chuckle and forget that they were forty-five minutes late, but my frozen toes reminded me that I was getting upset over that fact.
They offered to give me a ride to school this morning, since my car was in the shop, again. I wasn’t very thrilled about them picking me up, since they tended to be late. However, I had no other choice, but to agree and act grateful.
It was a beautiful October morning; colorful and sunny—a perfect day really, unless you had to stay in the same spot outside for forty-five minutes, getting reminded by the chill in the air and your frozen toes that the fall of the leaves is about to be replaced by the fall of snow very soon. Just the thought of that shook me to the bone.
“Sorry we’re late. Neal had to stop by his father’s shop first.” Said Lora, glancing at Neal and wiggling her eyebrows.
“Okay, what was that about?” I had to ask.
Neal smirked, “Nothing! Lora, sometimes you just talk too much.”
“Oh, come on, Neal! It’s just Natty. She won’t tell, will you Natty?”
“Tell what?” I still had no idea what they were talking about.
Lora chuckled, “We had to stop by Neal’s dad’s shop… his store?” She looked at me like I should be piecing some things together.
I just shrugged thinking how silly she looked.
She sighed, “Neal’s dad’s liquor shop! God, Natty! Really?” She snapped, and then she moved quickly to open up the trunk.
“Oh, my gosh!” I said as I caught a glimpse of what they had in there—rows and rows of all kinds of alcohol bottles. Apparently, Neal had been stealing little by little from his old man and re-selling them at school.
They both laughed at the shocked look on my face.
“Seriously, you didn’t know?” Asked Neal.
I just shook my head side to side.
“Well, in that case, we gotta welcome you to the club. What would you like? The first one’s on the house.”
“Um… we are really late. I think we should go.” I said slowly, making a mental note to talk some sense into Lora later when we were alone.
“Suit yourself,” said Lora, “but don’t mind if I do.”
She was already holding a bottle of some cherry flavored drink, and Neal had a beer.
“Cheers,” they said at the same time and giggled.
“You guys are not gonna drink and drive, are you?” I asked surprised. I knew they were a little free spirited, but I never expected them to be this irresponsible.
“You’re kidding, right?” Neal smirked and gulped his beer as if to mock me.
Lora noticed the look on my face and smiled, “Oh, relax; we’re not getting drunk, I promise. Come on, we should get going.”
I nodded while opening the back door of Neal’s car. I knew I shouldn’t let Neal drive, but I figured it was early in the morning and was sure this was his first drink of the day. He hadn’t looked or smelled drunk and the half a beer he just had wasn’t really going to do much. Even if we got pulled over by the police, I was sure that the alcohol in his system was within legal limits.
I sat in the back quietly, pondering over what to say to Lora to make her see that Neal was not that good of an influence. I was pretending to follow the conversation between them; something about the upcoming dance, when, all of a sudden, Neal’s car twirled and screeched. Lora screamed and Neal said some vulgarity. Everything after that happened really fast; I saw the face of a man getting too close, too fast to our car. I heard a loud thump and then the car just rolled over something hard; something like a speed bump.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Shouted Lora.
“Neal, did we just hit that guy?” I asked frantically. “Neal, we have to stop and call for help!”
… CONTINUE
My Happy Valentine (short love fiction)
Inspired by a real love story.
Three days after their wedding, Emira Basic kissed her husband Aydin goodbye. A soldier in The Army of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina, he was set to rejoin his military unit. The young couple expected that they would be together again soon, ready to begin the joys of married life, and to raise a family together. But when Aydin returned home from his military expedition, he found the house cold and empty. When he called his wife’s name, there was only the echo of his own voice. Emira was gone. Under the brutal regime of Slobodan Milosevic, Emira and her family had been declared enemies of the state. Aydin’s new bride was sent to a concentration camp in Prijedor, with no chance to contact her husband. He didn’t even know if she was still alive… CONTINUE
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