Tag: story

Do you know what a chairs’ mover is? Once upon a time… This is how a story usually starts, correct? Well, let’s imagine, for a second, that this is not the case. See, behind the light blue curtains, there is a creature, and we know this because his big...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — I’m a train I’m a train. An iron belly running fast over immense skates. Once being the soul of a train wasn’t as easy as right...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Under the hat Days and days without any sound, just the same bicycle parked in front of the house. From the room, a dim light which...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Events It was a long time life didn’t dare, or even attempt, to transform some drops into a rushing stream, or even a river. It’s a...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The bicycle It was just few minutes ago. Then the woman took her bicycle, again. Following those wheels are not as easy as you can think,...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The letter Only M. knows the truth. Or part of it. What I know is that we don’t have much time to loose, since the guy...

— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The restaurant Real… food? Between a table and another you can count three steps. All squared tables are wooden, with a small tablecloth. On top of...

Souls (Alive) Death, souls, escape and truth So many pieces of this story seem not to match, as they were a complicated w/b puzzle. We have flashbacks accounted by a crying grandma ashamed of herself, suicide offices and souls hidden inside cut fingers. A story of souls? Little by...

— Read in Italian — — Read the previous one — The encounter The colours and the sounds are fading away, colours in the eyes of a man drunk of life. He drops the bottle and P-ach-sh...

— Read in Italian — — Read the previous one — At the market Markets are complex places, full of colours and voices. Sometimes theatre and cinema try to replace the murmur of crowd just saying Walla Walla All together. But if you have experience of markets, you won’t...