Short Story / Romance
Short Story / Fantasy
Short Story / Mystery and Crime
"Are there really angels? Or are they just in our
Three days and three nights I wished for this picture, and now it's here. There are many girls on this planet, and a lot of them are real angels, but there are only a few who are able to perform the light and the dark side. I look at you, and you do me. You make me forget the day I was born, and I think this is what real angels do: They make you surrender, and beyond knowledge and belief they show you a new and much brighter world, a world so bright that it nearly hurts in the eye and sometimes appears as this kind of darkness that scares you to death. But death is just a way to say goodbye to your former self, and behind this iron door I unfold my wings to rise up with you to this place called paradise. I wonder that rising feels like falling, and then with a look in your eyes I realize that it's forever the same.
It's the story that counts, not the one who's lucky enough to find it. Magic is where every tale has its seeds, in our book of dreams.
Die Geschichte ist es, die zählt, nicht derjenige, der das Glück hat, sie zu finden. Der Zauber liegt dort, wo die Geschichte ihren Ursprung hat, im Buch unserer Träume.
Und noch faszinierender finde ich den Gedanken, dass vielleicht auch wir nur in Träumen von anderen bestehen - ja, dass wir uns vielleicht gegenseitig träumen und uns durch diese Träume eine Realität verleihen, die uns objektiv nicht zukommt.
In hell I found there was a way
To eat the flesh eternally
Of virgins with a smile so bright
The sun's ashamed on her high ride
When darkness falls this feeling grows
A mighty heart's always in love
So take away this heart of mine
That in the end the dark will shine.
I am a star falling right from the sky, shining bright in the night
I am a wave, I am the sun
I am the storm pushing right through the tops of the trees, shaking their leaves 'till they fall to the ground, never be found where they lie, rest and die
I am the sea, I am the shark hunting so fast, hungry for hearts that should bleed just for me
I am insecure, a liar, a fool
I am beautiful
full of dreams
I am the blood in my veins, I am
made of belief, I am
one of God's mighty thieves
Reach me, don't touch me
Reach me, don't touch me
I am U
Cited words by Prince from his tune New Power Generation (Funky Weapon Remix)
Thanks 2 Prince & the Wild Ones 4 pushing my limits!
Beau Cyphre online:
The first chapter:
MY BOOK OF DREAMS
The second chapter:
For the strange, the lost and the found ones - and here's all about adventures.
The third chapter:
DIE DRITTE MACHT
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Beau Cyphre @ flickr
My inner child on Facebook - just in case U want 2 get 2 know me: Beau Cyphre @ Facebook
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THE MANHATTAN UNIVERSE
A place outside the borders - a place, where I can collect and share some of my inspirations and put down some thoughts that aren't too weird for the public.
Sure, that's not the whole story...
But this story here starts now.
Beau Cyphre @ Booksie
...and in the end another beginning:
The Love Below
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