inspired by „Miss Christina” by Mircea Eliade
The voice was coming from outside, or was it his? Was it a dream, or reality?
His forehead was full of cold sweat. If it was a dream, it was a nightmare. He felt that he had no chance, only to submit his will.
But the pain and the dark shadows started to dissolve, and from them appeared the dear face of Diana, approaching him and whispering:
* It is over, no need to be afraid. Now you are in our room, our… My love.
The smell of her body, her perfume overwhelmed him. He felt sick, afraid to lose control. He had been a guest in that old estate for few days, and saw the painting unaware that it was hiding a living entity. And now, he was torn between desire, fear, lust and disgust.
He was afraid to act, and prayed that he wake up from that horrible dream.
The young lady moved slowly, towards him. The walls seemed to move, and space grew.
Henry moved his hand, and touched the soft skin, of that ethereal being, his desire now. Being with her was not so bad after all… He refused to think, but already was not sure any more that it was not her talking in his mind. He heard a confused echo, words repeated, whispers, seemed a spell. Whispers passing time…
The next day he awake alone in his room, the light was strong, blinding him. No sign of the nightmare. He decided talk to his friend, the old priest of the village. Henry thought it was the only one able to help him to find back his peace.
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HI Alexandra,
as i have not read Miss christina, i could not make much of teh story itself, maybe teh word limity was a constraint. i cannot comment on your story. on your baby, i have not seem it enough, but your baby looks smart and smiling, your writing style is appealing. when you write something, is it a good idea to put yourself in your reader’s shoes, be the reader and then write.
come out of teh closet dear alex, all you can ever loose is your ‘position’ with your freinds / family, those who are our own would love and appreciate us more for having at least tried, those who make fun of us, are anyway not freinds so why bother with their.
love
aditya
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We don’t live in the real world as we are afraid of REALITY and our fears can take different forms as conformism,masochism,sadism.
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Well, what a name, Dianna Balli… I used it, because my cowardice…
But now I want that people know this is ” my baby”…Thank you everybody.
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THELMA Reply:
July 1st, 2009 at 5:45 pm
Bravo or Brava!! Alexandra! You have succeeded in letting us read it ‘unprejudiced’! Your ‘baby’ is .. beautiful. You deserved the ‘10′ your Professor has given you. My best wishes for your … future.. ‘babies’. ;-]
LOVE,
Thelma.
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Alexandra Reply:
July 1st, 2009 at 7:24 pm
Ha ha ha…cant help…wow, thanks dearest Thelma.As always you are very kind and sweet. God bless you always.
Love
Alexandra
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Carolena Sabah Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 6:58 am
Alexandra, what a great story! You should be proud of your baby. I’m looking forward to reading the continuation. Do write it.
With love,
C.
Marie Reply:
July 1st, 2009 at 7:37 pm
Be fiere by you and by your story because you offered us a moment of happiness. Thank you so much Alexandra !
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candieb Reply:
July 1st, 2009 at 11:35 pm
Well done Alexandra!Really well written!
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Annie Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 10:45 am
Oh, dear Alexandra, it was a marvellous story, i really do hope that you ll continue it..You captured our imagination
Thank you
Love and Graditude
Annie
p.s Be proud of what you are doing..anyone’s efforts towards everything he loves should be respected..
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Congratulations Diana. I like your story. I am as Savita… I wait for the continuation.. finally I hope for it !
To remain to connect to the quotation of yesterday on the patience and the speed… I am patiently going to wait if there is a continuation and to take time of the reading if it is the case ! Finally… if I understood well the quotation of yesterday !
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Dear Diana Balli,
I really like your; ‘Was it a dream, or reality?’ and how you conclude your story with, looking for a spiritual answer and peace from a village priest.
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mircea eliade e roman….super tare
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Diana, I have never read Eliade’s “Miss Christina,” but your story also reminds me a film that I very much love, called “Somewhere in Time.” In the film, a young playwright (played by Christopher Reeves) is approached one evening, at the opening of one of his plays, by an elderly lady who presses an antique pocket watch into his hand as a gift and begs him, “Come back to me….” He has no idea who this lady is, but is greatly disturbed by this encounter. Several years later, however, when he is staying in this grand old hotel, he becomes entranced by this painting of a beautiful young women, which hangs on the wall. After much inquiry, he learns that the woman in the painting is actually the same woman who approached him and gave him the watch, a famous actress from many decades prior. So, using self-hypnosis, he travels back in time to meet her. Of course, the two fall in love immediately, and the story goes on from there.
I would love to read the rest of your story! As it ends here, I am left in great suspense, wondering what will happen next. Will they meet again? And if so, what then?
Certainly, I think such things are possible - that people can reach one another sometimes over great distances or great expanses of time. A painting can be a doorway, leading from one dimension or one time period to another. Similarly, a dream can be a bridge between two individuals who have never met on the physical plane (at least not in this lifetime) or who happen to live at great distances from one another.
Wonderful story, Diana! Hope you will share with us the rest of it sometime.
Sincerely,
Savita
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Alexandra Reply:
July 1st, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Ohhh, in the real story it ends very bad…In mine, we have to decide …Thx
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Hmmmm, thank you dear Paulo Coelho and team.
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Beautifully said. Thank you Diana Balli. Enchanting, mesmerizing.. I am sure he is expecting her to come again..
LOVE,
Thelma.
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