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My Psycho Neighbours and Other Horrors. . .
This is a TRUE STORY. . . about My Psycho Neighbours and Other Horrors. . .
My name is Orsat and I live in the south part of the Republic of Croatia, town of Dubrovnik to be more precise. I had the rotten luck of having a psycho neighbour wherever I would live. I can remember one chilling event when I was a small boy playing outside with the other kids. My father was present and using his old camera, he recorded all of us as we pretended to be ninjas, power rangers or the masters of the universe. It was a normal day and none of us expected this turn of events. Our neighbour who lives only one storey above us got her hands on a medium-sized rock and threw it at him with such force that it made a dent inside a metal door. It was pure luck that she missed him. The dent in the metal door was so big that you could fit a child’s fist in it. If that rock hit him, he would have died there on the spot due to the intensity of the impact. After that, she started to laugh hysterically, all of us ran for cover inside of one of the apartments, and my parents called the police. The police officers arrived and after a short interrogation of our neighbour and after collecting enough statements from the witnesses my parents rightfully asked the police officers what they would do now. The police officers coldly replied…
POLICE OFFICER: There is nothing that we can do because your neighbour is sick and she has her legal guardians that are taking care of her, besides, she did not kill anyone…
Her guardians are her parents that are taking care of her and she did not kill anyone. You have to be kidding me. Up until that moment, I thought of the police officers as courageous men defending the innocent. That moment I realized that they are nothing but cowards. I realized that even though I was a preschool kid. I knew what power rangers or masters of the universe would have done, but this is a real life and not some TV show where good triumphs over evil. You can imagine how furious we all felt. Police was supposed to protect us from evil people. The problem was, our neighbour wasn’t evil. She was just sick and her mind just wasn’t right. We were children back then and we just did not understand the difference between evil people and sick people who just cannot control their actions. This psychotic middle-aged female neighbour of mine would often throw dishes from her balcony onto the road down below and aim at the people that pass by and she would have regular psychotic breakdowns and police would do nothing. After her psychotic breakdown, she would act as if though nothing happened. She genuinely did not remember her actions. Her parents blamed the doctors and would often say that they damaged her during birth. That is the kind of defence mechanism that parents develop and blame everyone around them just so that they would have an excuse for the actions of their child. She wasn’t damaged at birth. She was born that way. She is sick and she is not in control of herself. I realize that now but the police, the state should protect us from people like that. The state should provide help for them. However, this is Croatia. Nothing is done right here after the fall of the old regime and after the war that devastated the entire region and made a certain bunch of people rich while the hard working people hardly were able to make ends meet. Our brave police officers got used to harassing innocent people and letting criminals go free. It is easier that way. Hard working and honest people are easier to push around while criminals tend to push back and face no consequences. One time when Croatia was playing a football game against Turkey, some drunken person slammed his car into my garage door creating huge damage and just drove away as if though nothing happened. I was older then, middle school student, and wrote down the license plate number and the colour of the car. All of it was in vain. The police officers told me that this person has enough problems of his own and that they do not need to add this felony to his criminal record. The police officers told me to forget about this whole incident. This drunken person was either privileged or a police snitch. That is what I figured at least. He damaged the garage door and was visibly drunk. He got off with a warning. Where is the justice in that? There were many more incidents where police officers protected the sick and guilty and I do not need to bother you with too many details. I think that you get the picture. Why am I telling you all of this you ask? I am telling you all of this just to give you some context for the next story that happened many years later when my parents bought a house very close to the town of Dubrovnik. It is maybe a fifteen-minute drive via a new bridge that connects the land. It shortened the trip quite a lot, for it would take over a half an hour to get there with the road that goes around the bay. That place is called Little Zaton and it is a beautiful place that we thought was a paradise on Earth devoid of noisy traffic and a lot cooler during the hot summers that tend to be unbearable in the town of Dubrovnik. We were wrong about the paradise part. We moved straight into hell. The people that sold us the house failed to mention that they sold their house to us just to get away from a very sick neighbour who incidentally was an older woman. She was so deranged that she would throw out her old and sick mother naked out in the street and splash her with cold water out of the hose screaming at her that she stinks like a pig. After her mother died because of the constant abuse, she would say that she never did such a thing and that she took care of her old mother and of course that she loved her without question. Of course, that she would say that the whole neighbourhood lies and that she is the only one telling the truth. She would often say that God sees everything and that he will punish all of us for lying. Of course, the police was of no use and they could have saved the poor old woman from being abused but they did nothing as usual. They never interfere where their life could be in danger. It was the same with a person who killed his own brother and walked around with a gun on his belt and would drink in the bars for free. No one dared to charge him a drink because this person was a sick demented killer. He almost shot a bartender boy who gave him a bill for his drink. The bartender boy wasn’t from Dubrovnik and he didn’t know what this lunatic was capable of. Luckily, this lunatic died while swimming in the sea. His heart gave out. I would say that the higher authority took care of him. There are many incidents in this country of mine where lunatics are free to beat kids until death and carry weapons and police does nothing to stop them. They are brave when they need to arrest an old man who cannot even walk for insulting a prime minister via the social network. That old man was such a threat to the national security. I think that you get what kind of absurdity is at work here. Let’s not deviate too much from the story. This lunatic of a neighbour of mine would also beat up her husband who had sick heart and she would lock him up in the room and walk around the neighbourhood saying that she has the only key and that she would let him out when she sees fit. She terrorized the entire neighbourhood for years and we were the first ones who stood up to her and showed her that we were not afraid of her. She was angry because of that and her angry shouts would carry on long into the night when all the people should be asleep. When we would call, the police they would tell us to stop calling them, for this dispute is something between us and our neighbour and that they have nothing to do with it. They would give us a fine for disrupting public order even though we did nothing wrong. My entire neighbourhood is spineless and they let this psycho torture them for years. She would not let people swim in front of their own homes, for she would state that this entire coast is her property and that we stole the house in which we live from her. She would even say that her cousin who was in the army would come and kill us all with the gun and that God would forgive him for killing evil people. We recorded her threats with a camera and the police officers said that she never used our names. She has right to speak and as long as she is not mentioning names in her threats there is nothing that they can do. It is a frightening experience to say the least and she would often accuse me of making loud noise, as I would swim, taken that that summer I barely went outside because I had a lot to study for my college exams. Her behaviour was getting more and more erratic and she intensified her abuse of the neighbourhood. One day my family and I were relaxing in front of our house at the beach and everything seemed to be going OK. We even had some of our friends staying with us. They came from the far north, for they lived in the capital city called Zagreb. It was a nice and sunny summer day. Suddenly the police van came and the police officers grabbed my father as if though he was some kind of wanted criminal and dragged him inside the van without any kind of explanation. I should have known that our deranged neighbour called them and told them that my father is threatening her with a gun, that she fears for her life, and that her husband witnessed all of that. Her husband was at work and got here later. My family does not own a gun nor do we have any kind of weapon of that sort in our house. We are really considering of getting a gun after everything that happened. The police officers never even flinched when a gun-wielding psycho walked the streets of Dubrovnik with a gun and now when they know that there was never any gun involved they bravely subdue an innocent man who just returned from the long voyage at sea. My father works on a cruise ship that sails mostly in America. My father was taken to the police station and questioned like a common criminal. All of this was taken to the judge and that beautiful summer day turned into a nightmare that is forever etched into my mind. It took my father three long years to prove his innocence and the case was resolved like this… He is not guilty for the murder attempt and our neighbour is not guilty for telling lies about him threatening her and trying to kill her with a gun. This is like something out of the Kafka’s novel. It is nothing but pure insanity. You will surely tell me that I have overly active imagination and that I am making all of this up but I swear to God that all of this is true. There were many more incidents during and after my father’s trial. One time I was summoned to the court to testify against my neighbour and the judge would not even tell me what the incident that I had to testify about was. There were a lot of them and the judge mockingly told me that I should know about the incident and even laughed in my face as if though I was stupid. I told the female judge about the time when I was attacked and how my neighbour threw me on the pile of rocks making my back bleed. The whole case was dropped due to the insufficient evidence. The picture of my bleeding back just wasn’t enough and the witness that was my ex-girlfriend meant nothing in the eyes of the court. Why am I telling you this? I am telling you this just to give you some extra context for the incident that is about to happen to me. My sick neighbour failed to put my father in jail and now she has switched the target onto me. She was determined to make my life a living hell. A lot of time passed and I worked as a nightshift receptionist for closely two years and on that fateful morning the incident occurred. That was the last straw and I completely lost faith in our justice system and finally understood why the people of Croatia became so indifferent to all the injustice that is happening around us. You cannot do anything about it and justice doesn’t matter. It makes you want to laugh, doesn’t it? What happened that fateful morning you ask me? Here is what happened. I got used to see my deranged neighbour clean the street with cleaning apparatus in the morning as I would return home from my nightshift, I would ignore her, and that is what angered her the most. On that fateful morning, she got tired of being ignored, slammed her body into me, and hit me in the head with a broom. Oh yeah, I failed to mention that she hit my mom with a broom as well a while back and my mom gave her a good uppercut. That indeed happened a while back. My mother had to pay the fine for disturbing public order and for attacking the poor old person. I was out of myself when she hit me, sleepy and hurt and while defending myself from further attacks I ran home. My deranged neighbour called the police and told them that I kicked her in the face and told her that I am going to kill her. Police of course took action right away and I was questioned and almost sent to prison without a proper trial. A police officer stepped out as her witness and he wasn’t even present when this entire incident took place. How can a police officer that responded to a call pose as a witness? This was pure madness and I was boiling with rage. My lawyer saved me, for he is very skilful and pointed out that her accusations were ludicrous to say the least. She was a sixty-year-old psychotic woman back then. I was and still am a black belt karate master who even fought in full-contact mixed martial arts competitions. If I were to kick her in the head as she said that I did I guarantee you that I would have killed her on the spot. Besides there isn’t even a mark on her face. I am still waiting for a proper trial for what happened and I try to keep my distance from her regardless of the Corona Virus situation. This lunacy just keeps playing out like some twisted hell loop. You would think that there are other ways of resolving this entire situation but there just aren’t. Police claims that she is sick. They claim that there is nothing that they can do to stop her from harassing us. They claim that they cannot protect us from her and that we should contact social services. When we do that, they tell us that the old woman is sane and that we should contact the police. It is a vicious cycle that must be broken. However, there is no law in our country that punishes those that are not doing their job. The art of avoiding responsibilities has been perfected here in the Republic of Croatia. I wanted to kill this deranged neighbour of mine. God I wanted to kill her and then go to prison knowing that I actually did something wrong. My whole life I stuck to the rules and never had any trouble with the law. I never wanted any trouble but trouble seems to be finding me all the time. As I said, I am still waiting for a proper trial. It is so frustrating because good, honest people like me are being harassed by the system that is supposed to protect us. Criminals and sick people are being protected by the system. My neighbour from the place called Little Zaton is not only sick like the one who threw that medium-sized rock at my father and missed. By the way, she is doing better now because she is taking proper medications that keep her insanity in check. Thank God for that and so far, we had no problems with her even though she wasn’t the only demented person in that neighbourhood. We kept our apartment in the town of Dubrovnik and I go there very often. Sometimes I even spend the night there just for the sake of peace and quiet even though the summer heat tends to be unbearable. Our neighbour in the place called Little Zaton is not just sick. She is both sick and evil. That is a very dangerous combination and I think that I know what happened to her to make her this sick. She was partially responsible for the death of her brother that was hit by a speeding car while crossing the road. She never had kids and constantly says that she will have a kid of her own one day. She never received a proper treatment and I think that when she cleans the street with the cleaning apparatus that she is actually cleaning the bloodstain that her brother made on the street as the speeding car hit him. Who knows what her deranged mind sees. All of this madness could have been avoided if she just received a proper care but there is no use crying over spilt milk. What happened just happened and there is no way of changing the past. Tourists say how beautiful our country is and how they want to live here. It is beautiful but only on the surface. Scratch a little bit of that surface of this paradise and you will see all the rot and decay that this country holds. This deranged neighbour of mine taunts me even now to this day. She puts on the loud music at four o’clock in the morning knowing that only during my days off do I get to sleep like normal people during the night. On my workday or in my case work-night, she would talk loudly with her cats during the day under my window not letting me sleep so that I would get distracted and sleepy during my nightshifts. One time her cats almost killed my little dog. Yeah, even my pet wasn’t spared of the madness that plagues my neighbourhood. I am so angry because of my powerlessness. I am so angry when I see her celebrating other people’s misfortune and when someone dies. She celebrated the death of others and declared a day of joy when my good friend and neighbour died of heart attack in front of his whole family. I was devastated when he died and was devastated by my powerlessness. I would ask myself and I would ask the heavens… Where is the justice in all of this? What is the point of life if good people are being punished and evil ones get to live without a care in the world? My deranged neighbour is indeed pure evil and I wish I could just do something to stop her. Unfortunately, the law is not on my side, I stand powerless as the time passes, and evil grows unopposed in this neighbourhood of Little Zaton and as well in this country of Croatia. Not long after that dreadful event the husband of my deranged neighbour died. I call this karma. I am agonistic when it comes to my religious beliefs. I do believe that there is some kind of force above us and that each and every one of us gets what he or she deserves in the end. I wonder whose sins I am paying for. I realize now that my deranged neighbour is not leading an easy life. She is sick and alone. No one says hi to her anymore. Everyone ignores her now and that makes her angrier with each passing day. I think that that anger of hers will be the death of her one day. She is filled with hatred and her entire existence is very miserable if you ask me. Karma has taken care of her a long time ago but that just isn’t good enough for me. She deserves an even worse fate. This entire situation is created when a society doesn’t punish those that are deserving of punishment and when criminals are the leaders of the state and shape the laws in order to help their kind, the criminals. Justice is just a construct of the current power base. If that power consists of criminals then it is safe to assume that criminal element will flourish and hard working honest people will become victims of the criminals protected by the rulers. Recently there was an attack on the parliament building where a very young person fired from a rifle at the building and injured a cop in the process. I don’t know if I should call it karma but I feel sorry for the guy. He is my age and has a family of his own. He was injured while protecting the criminals who robbed this entire country. Everybody seems to be rapidly losing his or her mind due to this Corona Virus outbreak. People are getting more and more violent. The politicians who robbed the country have pushed the honest hard working people to the edge of existence and now the Corona Virus outbreak has pushed them over the edge. It feels as if though the evil is engulfing this entire planet. Many young people see no future here in this country. Many young people left the Republic of Croatia that stands beautiful only on the outside with all that splendour of nature. In truth, it is rotten to the core just like the people that inhabit it. Those who stand idly like cowards and let all of this injustice to happen unimpeded. I am not any different. I am a coward as well. The only difference is that my courage is starting to awaken and very soon, I will take care of those deserving of punishment in my own way. . .
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The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) - Making of the Story/Series
In my opinion, writing a story is like forging a blade. You have your pieces of metal which in case of writing a story are ideas and you stack them up in the appropriate order to make a base of the story and then you draw the words out making the necessary length of the story. After letting the story cool and compose you give it shape, finesse and at the very end you give it its sharpness. Just like the blade if the story is sharp enough it gives a better impact to the readers.
- Prelude of The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 1. ✔
The Legacy of Light and Darkness📖2022.
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- Prelude of The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 2. ✔
The Rise of the Nothingness 📖2023.
100 313 words.
- The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 1. ✔
The fall of Creations and the Spiral Doorstep of Sorrow 📖2021.
52 770 words.
- The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 2. ✔
Dream Story Trilogy and Other Short Stories 📖2019.
37 592 words.
- The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 3. ✔
Madness Trilogy 📖 2019.
128 044 words.
- The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 4. ✔
Hidden Stories of the Scribe 📖2020.
102 974 words.
- The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) Part 5. ✔
Final Legacy 📖 2021.
90 000 words.
My collection of new stories after the "The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω)".
- The Stories Beyond The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω)
Quest of the Exiled Princess📖2022. ✔
33 666 words.
Demons Within Us. . . (Duology)📖 2021. ✔
73 351 words.
Chaotic Journey of the Darkness Mermaid Pteroysa📖2022. ✔
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- The End of The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω) and The Lost Chapter of The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω)
Never-Ending Legacy or the End of Legacy & FREELANDERS📖 ❌
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❌ - Book Written But Not Published Yet and Awaiting Proper Illustrations.
✔ - Book Published With Illustrations.
Sometimes I make a story number one and then I go to story number three only to return to story number two. Because after writing story number three I got more insight into what story number two could be and expand it which would be impossible if I wrote the story number two first and the whole impact of the story would be a lot weaker. Especially when I was given an awesome idea by a friend and I could utilise the idea more efficiently. Sometimes people come close to ruining the story and letting all the awesome ideas get lost in the process because they can`t fit them in the right place anymore. By doing this, by reversing my creative order of making the story I give honour to the creator of the great masterpiece called STAR WARS, and I am not talking about the future works after George Lucas sold his company to Disney. His work began from four to six and then it returned to one to three which is awesome and I can totally see why he did it. Lucas is one of my great inspirations and I admire his creative work and the whole story which he made. But he is not the only artist that I admire. There are so many creators who are misunderstood but their works speak for them and give us insight into their life, mind and soul. They are the true artist who create and use their imagination in the process of telling us their own life story that is masked as a fantasy. . .
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Sorrow of the World - Little Deaths of the Reaper
Some things just slip our minds. Some things we forget just because they are too much for us to bear. Some people we try to forget not because of something they did to us but because they are just those kind of people who draw tears to our eyes. Remember how I once told you that I fell onto a car and got up very quickly because I heal fast. That is what I wish that had happened. I wish to erase the rest of that night from my mind but I can`t. I remember the fall and the pain of the fall. That is physical and it is easy to overcome. It is the emotional pain that hurts the most and it either forges us into something strong or breaks us into pieces. I remember that girl coming close to me. It was her night out in this Inferno City. It was her first day in this city. She wanted to mark the occasion by doing something daring. She put on her most sexy clothes. She wore short top leaving her tight belly bare and short pants with high boots. Her face was cute. She was cute and sexy. Cute is all I can say about her face. Her eyes and features have gone from memory and soon the rest of her will follow. Just by saying this I feel ashamed. She was about to enter The Club but instead she ran to me and helped me get up on my feet. It was quite late and this was just the right time to call it a night. There has been enough excitement and luckily The Club got closed because of the incident earlier. As she helped me walk I could not help but look at her. She was dashing and sexy. She is a kind of girl that any man would want. She is a dream come true. I will not deny that my thoughts wandered into some very forbidden and primal corners of my mind. I might be a Reaper but even a creature like me has needs, but even so I am grateful for her help and I have more than enough sense to leave her alone. The streets were starting to get more and more crowded, but there is no police in sight. They know better than to mess with The Club and after tonight that hellhole will be closed for good. That felt good and tonight was a win even though I got broken by the lady. I will meet her again for sure and I will return the kindness. Right now all I can do is admire the girl that helped me. She did not stop the entire way. She had enough sense not to take me to the hospital. She brought me to her apartment which is located on the fifth floor and the elevator does not work. She sat me on the couch. My wound healed up by then. I can only admire her determination and strength. I am not an easy guy to carry and I never imagined that I would end up in somebody`s apartment like this. Even when I was among the living I wasn`t much of a player. I was a straightforward guy who did everything by the book and did a lot of mistakes. This girl outranks me in her kindness, gentle spirit, trusting and helping nature. She wiped the blood from my head with a piece of cloth. She did not change her clothes. She remained the same dashing and sexy girl. This a kind of girl that any man would want. I want her but it is not my place to have her. All I feel is desire and not love. Only love can free me from my service. I had to break the silence somehow. She brought me here but was too shy to say something.
Me: You are a sweet girl. Why did you help me?
The girl raised her head and looked me straight in the eyes. She is young. She is very young and the choice of her clothes was one way to make herself feel desirable. She never did something like this at home. She concealed her desires and wanting at home, but in this city everything comes to the surface. She tried to sound all serious but her voice was shaky and nervous in tone.
Girl: You look nice and you don’t reek of anything that I don`t like.
Me: I reek of blood.
Girl: Blood does not scare me. I got used to it.
Me: Then you must have seen a lot of bloodied men in your time.
Girl: Not really. My father owns a butcher shop. He would bring me there so I can watch him work. It became sort of obsession of mine.
Me: Blood is violence. Does it attract you?
Girl: I am not a fan of violence but I am used to it. People are violent by nature.
Me: Did you have a violent boyfriend?
Her voice sounded more and more confident with each word. She was getting to know me and I was getting to know her. She watched my bloody face with wanting and glittering eyes. She likes the blood. I don`t know if I should be fascinated or scared. She answered my question.
Girl: Not yet… My father said that if I were ever to choose a violent person… He said never to run back to him to fix my problems for me. He pointed me in the right direction. The rest is on me. My life is my fight.
I noticed her eyes falling on a cleaver on the kitchen table. It was used very recently. I wonder what she was making.
Me: I am sure you would have handled the violent ones the same way your father taught you. You are a fighter. You are a very dangerous fighter. I am so sorry for ruining your evening.
Girl: Oh, don`t worry you didn`t ruin anything. I am sure I came as a response to your prayers.
Me: You can send the message to the sky but God will always leave you to die.
She gently takes my hand. Strange sensation flows through me. Then everything was clear. Everything made sense. I knew why I had to meet this sexy and dashing girl.
Girl: Those are some deep dark words. Are you a dark person?
Me: More or less. My job makes me dark.
Girl: Your job almost got you killed it seems.
Me: I don`t die that easy.
We stare at each other`s eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful but right now when I think about it I can`t remember the colour of her eyes. I dare not to imagine them just because of fear that I might remember. She jumps away and grabs her little portable TV. That is how I call them at least. People call them phones but they are just TV`s for me. These things run our lives and people need to post everything on them just to prove that they were there. I call this stupidity and nothing more. She shows me this girl, this skinny looking girl doing yoga on the sandy beach far away in the lands reserved only for the rich and famous. They live in their unrealistic bubbles and take for the right to teach others how to live, act and everything else that comes in life. She talks so cheerful about this yoga girl. She wears a very small bikini. I would call it micro bikini which barely even covers her private parts, but to be frank those private parts have been seen by many and it does not really matter. She is used to walk naked around people.
Girl: Look at her. She is my idol. Look at her stretching. She is like a rubber so lean and fit. . .
Me: She is skinny. . .
Girl: Don`t be like that. She is perfect. I want to look like her…
Me: She is anorexic. Your body is perfect.
Girl: No, it is not. There is a lot of room for improvement.
Me: Don`t be like her. She is evil on the inside. Everything outside is a mask.
Girl: Do you know her by any chance?
Me: I do. I know her type. She seeks attention and she posts every single aspect of her so called perfect life on her social networks. Her life is far from perfect. Believe me.
The girl got irritated by my words. You can hear the change in her voice and she gazed at the cleaver more than once now.
Girl: You are just jealous. Maybe you just want a girl just like her and since you can`t have her you make up lies about her.
She is so sweet. She is defending her even though she does not know her. Her voice is determent but I know better.
Me: Her fate is black.
Girl: How so?
Me: Do you really want to know?
Girl: Alright. Amaze me with your knowledge.
Me: It is vast because I lived for way too long.
Girl: You must be God then. I am sorry I did not recognize you. That is how you survived the fall. So please share your wisdom with me.
I can sense a hint of sarcasm there and as any other girl she protects her own sex group. Girls stick together no matter if they hate or love each other. That is their strange nature.
Me: Let me tell you something about her. She might appear all warm and beautiful. She is wicked inside. She is cold and self-centred person with rich parents. She is bored out of her mind. The same was with her parents. They never saw her as a person. Their nannies do all the work. They have better relationship with their children. Girls like her had no one to teach them right from wrong or even point them into the right direction. Girls like her end up finding some rich lawyers or playboys. Lawyers cheat and double dip their clients. They steal so that she can feel like a better person and enjoy the luxury. Money is all she loves and needs in order to just stretch out and shop for organic food which is very expensive. Do you do yoga?
Girl: No. . . Not yet. . .
Me: Do you think you will feel like a better person when you do yoga? Do you feel like you're going to do something good for the world? Let me tell you something… You will not do anything good for the world. Yoga is not good for the world. You know what? Yoga is... It's a gymnastic for the egocentric. Yeah? Botox laden, reality denying, sluts… That is the sad truth of this world. One last thing… Unknown to this girl is that her sins are creeping behind her maybe in a form of a sick admirer who tirelessly watches her videos and knows every part of her house and home address because she posts every single thing or maybe a psychotic ex boyfriend that she replaced with somebody richer. She is going to die and soon.
The girl got frightened by my words. Her eyes widened and she got borderline hysterical.
Girl: You know that for certain?
Me: I am afraid I do. I have that knowledge.
Girl: Should we warn her or somebody?
Me: No… No one will believe you.
Girl: What is the point of knowing all of this if you can`t help someone?
Me: That is the role of the Reaper. We reap. We do not prevent death. We serve it. It is just the way things are. We can even sense when death is creeping toward us.
Girl: What do you mean?
Me: I was supposed to be your first. This city brings out the worst in humans. You wanted to do it the moment you got me inside the house, but you could not bring yourself to do it. There is way too much goodness in you and that small evil part that curious desire just can`t seem to win. But in time it will. It is pushing you closer and closer to that cleaver.
The girl got startled by my knowledge. She realizes that I glanced into her soul. She is a very complex person capable of both good and evil. Lucky for her that she knows the difference.
Girl: I am sorry. . . I never did it. . . I dreamed about it. . . I almost did it in my hometown. There was this boy and I bumped into him one night. . . I mean he wasn`t a boy he was older than me and I stalked him for a few days. . .
Me: You were lucky. You did not bump into him by accident. You were his next target. He recognized your hidden nature and decided to spare you. His due will come too but not in a very long time. He kills random girls and his crimes go unnoticed. It will frustrate him in some time. He will want for everybody to know his work. He will slip up just like he almost slipped up with you. He was going to ask you to join him. But he was too afraid to do it.
Girl: Do you think I would have accepted his offer?
Me: Who knows. . . Maybe.
The girl takes my hand and leans onto me. She scooped some of my blood on her finger and put it inside her mouth. She has tasted the blood before. Then she proceeds to mount me and sit on my lap and lick the rest of the blood from my face. In one moment I got carried away and kissed her as she kissed me. But in the end I refused to go any further. I told her what all of this means.
Me: We were meant to meet, but now I must go.
Girl: Will I ever see you again?
Me: No… Not ever again. This is the last time and these are the last moments of your life.
Girl: That is a good joke.
Me: Do you hear me laughing?
Her cheerful laughter turned into a sad frightened sour face. Her lips tremble with words that are on the verge of crying.
Girl: But I helped you. I am a good girl. I did nothing wrong. . .
Me: That is why the life is not fair. You will serve the Angels because you did nothing wrong.
Girl: I am a good person. . .
Me: I know. That is the irony. Good or bad, we end up the same way. Someone once said that all the pieces of the chess board end up in the same box. Some lose the game because of poor decisions such as your yoga girl and me while some lose the game even before the game starts.
Girl: You lost the game. . .
Me: I did. I lost the game the day when I did not meet Maggy because my jealous girlfriend prevented me. That was the day I lost the game of love. . . I lost the game of life when Maggy`s stalker found me and killed me just because I loved her. . .
Girl: There must be a way. . . There must be a way to extend my life… How much time do I have?
Me: As much time as one needs to take a hand full of sand and let it slip through your fingers.
Girl: That little. . .
Me: I am sorry.
Girl: Have you ever been in love? I think I am in love with you… So, please save me just like I saved you.
Me: I only wish that I could. I loved once… And I am sorry but I desire you but I do not love you.
Tears fill her eyes and she starts to shake. She is afraid of dying. I come close to her and hug her. I tell her not to be afraid because she will serve the Angels for sure. That is the only comfort that I could give her. I leave her apartment leaving her to tremble alone expecting for the death to come. A single tear rolls down from my face and as it hits the floor the girl dies. Aneurism hits her and the life leaves her body. These are just small deaths to my soul. She was such a sweet and peculiar girl. She is not like the others. She had that spark but it did not last long. She would have been great if she lived longer. She lead her life in a steady pace. She was not in a hurry. Many grasp to life like lunatics burning the candle on both ends. The more we grasp the more the sand slips between our fingers. That is how the metaphor goes at least. Now I slip into the night of the Inferno City sad and alone trying to forget this sexy and dashing girl. . .
The End
Transylvania Adventure
This was a trip that I was looking forward to for a long time. I wanted to share this experience with my friends but the fate such as it is made sure that I spend another trip alone. But it did not turn out that way. I met some wonderful people and they made these five days one of the greatest and the most fun days in my life. This was an experience worth of a thousand dreams. Like every journey we should start from the beginning. My drive to Zagreb was not without problems as the bus Samoborček caught fire and the motor exploded. Well it was one hell of a start but I got to my destination. Our first stop was city of Temišvar (Timișoara) the most urban city in Banat. The Banat is a geographical and historical region in Central Europe that is currently divided among three countries. The eastern part lies in western Romania. In Temišvar we saw the historical core of the city and visited the Piata Unirii which is the city square of unification, Piata Victoriei which is the city square of victory and Piata Libertatii which is the city square of liberty. Temišvar is also called a miniature Vienna. It was quite beautiful and among everything else we saw a protest of young people against corruption and communism. The day ended and our next stop was the city of Sibiu. We saw the well preserved complex of the medieval city squares Piata Mare, Piata Mica along with the city hall and the medieval defense walls. Among the sights there was Biserica Evangelica protestant cathedral with the biggest pipe organ in all of Romania and the famous Podul Mincinosilor also known as the bridge of lies. The legend says that every liar that steps on the bridge will die in an instant. I guess if the legends were true no one would ever dare to take one step on that particular bridge. It was a hot summer day and we stumbled on the food festival and it was very cheerful and tasty. If we only stayed a day longer we would have seen a tattoo expo which was being held in Sibiu. Moving along our next stop was the most beautiful medieval town in all of Transylvania and it was located in the very heart of the region on the top of the hill in the valley of the river Târnava Mare, (Great Trnava). The city is under UNESCO protection and it was founded by miners in the 12th century under the name Schäßburg. It was in this town that Vlad Ţepeş was born who is commonly known as count Dracula. In this town we saw many architectural wonders such as the Clock Tower and the towers along the city walls which housed blacksmiths, shoemakers and tailors. Last but not least in that town we saw Biserica din Deal which is one of the typical examples of fortified churches in Transylvania. The town has so much more to offer and the prices were very acceptable. You can eat a lot in their restaurants for a very good price and the service was excellent. Our next stop was the city of Brașov in which we saw Biserica Neagra so called Black Church which is the biggest gothic church between Vienna and Istanbul. The church got its name because it survived a huge fire and got its color. I was very disappointed when they did not let us take pictures inside. The church itself has a very colorful history despite being scorched. There is a particular story about an apprentice and a jealous master who killed his apprentice because he was better than a master. It is a very tragic story. In the end the master was hanged because he confessed for what he has done. His consciousness finally kicked in. In honor of the apprentice the other apprentices made a statue of the killed boy. Now back to the city wonders. We admired all of the sight and looked upon the city from the citadel. It is very similar to Gradac Park in Dubrovnik. A lot of young people were there just chilling and drinking alcohol and just doing youth stuff. The crown jewel of the tour was the Bran Castle or commonly known as castle Dracula after a dramatic drive through the Carpathian mountain. The castle was built in 13th century and is placed 60 meters above the ground on the cliff surrounded by forest and it served as a watchtower and defense against barbarians. Inside of the castle was amazing. As the tour ended the weather turned on us and became all gray following a huge thunderstorm, quite fitting for the castle Dracula. It was quite an experience. Next stop was Sinaia where the beautiful castle Peles resides at the border of Transylvania and Wallachia. The castle was the residence of the Romanian kings. Once again picture taking was not allowed unless you pay the entrance ticket and special permit for picture taking. Inside of the castle was breathtaking. The walls were plated with gold and the rooms were filled with all kinds of weapons and armors. This is truly the residence of the kings, glamour and wealth can be seen from a far. Last but not least was the town of Deva where Castle Corvin or Castle Hunedoara is located. The castle was built in 14th century and consists of fifty rooms which are converted into a museum. To enter the castle you need to cross a huge wooden bridge which overlooks the river. All in all it was very beautiful and this is definitely a tour to be visited more than once. I could speak about this experience for a long time but pictures speak more than a 1000 words. They sure beat any kind of description. 
Enjoy and please leave a comment. Tell me what you think. Tell me if you have ever been here and what was your experience? I would really much like to hear about it.
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Little about the road so far...
Hello! My name is Orsat Stražičić and I am from Croatia. I was born 24/08/1988. I attended the Marin Držić Elementary School and then the high school of Naval Technical Studies, Electrical Engineering Course in the town of Dubrovnik. At that time and until today I was actively engaged in sports. I have been training karate and I have been in a number of competitions since I was seven years old and I have come to a level of a master. I was fourth in the state championship and I had my share of mixed martial arts fights where I was victorious. I am a seasoned warrior of a 100 battles but I am not a violent person and I use my skills only for defence. In mixed martial arts I was suppose to have 2 professional victories but thanks to my trainer I was robbed of the battle and possible win because in his words I am bad at ground fighting and my last 3 fights I won on the ground which is a huge irony. Working with children is not unknown to me because I have trained kids in martial arts for some time. Now, in my spare time I give lessons in martial arts. I graduated from the University of Dubrovnik, the Department of Electrical Engineering and Naval Communication Technologies. I have a masters degree and I don't see much use of it, for where I live you need to have political strings in order to get a job worthy of your qualifications.
Meanwhile, I worked a few jobs. I was employed as a guard in the city watch (It is a form of a tourist attraction where we dress as a medieval soldiers and guard the gates of the Old Town of Dubrovnik.), I also worked as a volunteer and I was in contact with a lot of people and I communicated with them in English. Also, I travelled to Kruševo where a youth gathering and a lecture on the European Union was held in English. There I learned a lot and gathered enough information from people from other states and heard their views on life and wishes for the future. I also worked for a few months at ELLABO d.o.o. in Dubrovnik from 2015. to 2016. I quit because they were cheating me and did not pay for any of my service. It was an awful experience working with awful, abusive and hateful people with zero intellect. I used to work as a porter / bellboy / doorman in DUBROVNIK RIVIERA HOTELS Astarea, Mlini and Sheraton. There I also communicated in English most of the time and received praise for knowing the language as if though I was born to it (How did I learn English? I played games in English and watched a lot of Disney cartoons since I was a small kid. The words stayed with me and it just comes natural. I know English better than my native language.). I can only tell you that I know how to talk to people and that my people`s skills are very developed. They weren't always so developed. It took me years to become eloquent and socially skilled, for I was very socially awkward in my youth. I am a late bloomer in many things. In this business regarding the hotels as a porter / bellboy / doorman I dragged the suitcases of all sizes and it really wasn`t hard for me, for I considered it as a form of training. I also drove the van, golf cart and Caddy transporter. I have a B category drivers licence and I am a very skilled driver. I also tried being a kayaking tour guide for KAYAKING Adventure Dalmatia group but that didn't work out.
In the year 2017 to year 2019 I worked in hotels of IMPORTANNE RESORTS DUBROVNIK as a night receptionist. In that work, I did the Check In, Check Out and I charged guest`s reservations and also invoiced the invoices. It could be said that beside the work of the receptionist I worked as a night accountant or night auditor. I worked in the DIVENTA program and learned how to deal with that program. It was the most fun I had at work. I realized that I am indeed a night person and that I handle nights very well but after some time the company started to crumble internally and my nightshift leader abandoned me and my colleges leaving us at the mercy of our cruel bosses. The nightshift leader found a new job and we were pushed to the edge of our sanity with enormous amount of work and our wages were severely cut. I quit my job there even though I liked working there after I got very sick due to exhaustion and spent days at the hospital struggling to stay alive. My bosses threatened to fire me because they claimed that I am faking my illness. I got back to work and almost collapsed, for I didn't take any sick days. That was the last straw and I chose to quit my job, heal properly and then resume working. Then this Corona Virus outbreak happened and all of my plans went down the drain. There is a saying. . . We make plans and God laughs. I am starting to understand the meaning of that saying.
I'm an expert when it comes to working on a computer. I'm versatile with Microsoft Word, Excel and PowerPoint. I am able to find the desired information on the Internet. While working at Hotel Mlini I had a lot of work with computers in that area. I have compiled billboards, drawn up restaurant plans, and I also worked as a Guests Relationships Officer and worked in OPERA program and did many other duties. I also worked for Embassy Films Croatia - Dubrovnik as an extra in the series and movies and I also communicated in English. I played Joss Stillwood, a peasant, nobleman, and I was a stand in for Jon Snow in the Game of Throne series. I also acted in the Robin Hood movie in 2018 where I was a soldier and a war veteran. I also participated in the Amazing Race the Israel TV Show where I guarded the wall and the racers and I was an extra in the Silente band music video. I also played a waiter in the HBO series Succession and worked as a part of the filming crew on the movie The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent. That way I met many people and gained a great deal of experience and got to see how serious organizations work. Anyway, I'm social, calm and I know how to deal with the serious situations and work is not strange to me. I love to work but I like to be paid fairly for my work. It is not fair when you work your ass off and get paid less than someone who does nothing and gets more figures than you. I also have a driving license and I have over 10 years of driving experience. I started driving the motorbike when I was 16. On my 18th birthday I started to drive a car. I'm a good driver and I've never had a traffic accident. I also have an ECDL operator license. The course was held in Zagreb.
I became a published author in 2019. I wrote a lot of stories during my life and it all started in high school. I just had a lot of ideas and I just had to put them on paper. So, I wrote a whole book serial. The name of my book serial is The Book Of (Α)(ʊ)(Ω). The names of the books in the serial go as follows ˝Legacy of Light and Darkness Trilogy˝, ˝Dream Story Trilogy˝, ˝Madness Trilogy˝, ˝Hidden Stories of the Scribe˝, ˝Final Legacy˝. Besides the main serial I have written an extra short story just for fun and it is called ˝Quest of the Exiled Princess˝
As a hobby I do photography and I have posted over 13 000 photographs on Deviant Art web page. I am always on a lookout for daring models and I have met quite a few awesome persons in my life and as well as the persons that are not worth mentioning.
I am a team player, creative, communicative, organized and I like learning new things.
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