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Henjo

Joined September 2009.

81 stories, 0 challenges, 56 comments, and 2 friends

Hello, my name is Henjo. I am intrested in writing, and really like to be creative. I hope you like my stories and can give me some feedback.

Stories

  1. Colours

    Blinding colours peer through the night, spreading light onto a grayscale life. Eradicating dark corners, conquering doubts and fears. A fleeting dream, a simple delusion; could mere colors burn so bright? We are but unfinished paintings, on barren can...

  2. One More Step

    It had been several days since I was brought out from my coma. I’d been confined to my bed for several days now. I slipped out while the nurse wasn’t looking, and climbed the stairs to the roof. It was chilly outside and I recalled those ho...

  3. Forbidden Love

    “Mary!” the young man exclaimed as he dashed into the barn, “I won’t wait any longer. I’ve decided to tell you how I really feel. I couldn’t forget about you. Everyone thinks I’ve gone insane, but ever since I ...

  4. Time's up

    Within a small cottage there lay an old lady. The weight of her years bore down upon her; you would not be able to recognize any semblance of who she once was. Connected to her arms were an assortment of machines. A handsome young man stood in the corn...

  5. Omega

    A wave of relief came over Matthias, as if he had been freed from a terrible burden. He revelled in the solitude; he had become completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Yet, he did not feel lonely. No, it was as if he had become a part of th...

  6. Alpha

    Perhaps it was the very star he had devoured. It led to a tower that stretched upwards, beyond Matthias’s line of sight and through the thick, cloudy veil that permeated the air. Inside, Matthias discovered astronomical charts and walls etched in...

  7. Starlight

    Matthias dreamt that he had been shot into the heavens. He approached a star that flickered weakly at the edge of the universe, and pressed it against his lips, devouring it whole. He could taste the sulfur on his tongue, the metal liquid burning the b...

  8. Harold

    Harold looked out towards the mountains, where the sun lazily drooped from the sky. Night swept over the land, and in an instant, the last remnants of light had been snuffed. ‘Why-d’ya-think-der-sun-gos’-down?’ Well, Fred, it...

  9. Identity

    Stan looked out to the city with a pair of sharp, cynical eyes that scanned over every recess, every cavity, searching for any hint of imperfection. There was none; the city was immaculate, as if it had been untouched. A cobbled path lined the streets,...

  10. Passion

    A moan escaped from the office, the nature of which Susan could not decipher. She spiraled in panic. Could Tom really be cheating on me? She thought, clutching Shaun closer to her chest. She walked forward, and slipped through the doorway; her high hee...

  11. Life's a Game

    Victor stared out of the window absently. What was he doing with his life? He had been stuck in this job for almost ten years, and where had it gotten him? He barely earned enough money to pay the rent, and what little had left, he squandered at the ca...

  12. Lucidity

    I was thrown high and lucid by the bottle of painkillers in my hand; it blurred the fine line of distinction that lay between me and reality. Or perhaps that line had been blurred long ago. Now, it had become completely opaque. The rough wind battered ...

  13. White Lines

    He was a worker. An ordinary worker who had a job at the local mine, just like all of the other residents. He slung a tattered jacket on, and made his way outside. He started his short journey towards the mine. It seemed to him, that the further he mov...

  14. Android

    He was not like the other residents of the town. He sensed this, and so did they. They would point, and stare as he traversed the streets. Within the protection of heavily built crowds, people would mutter, spread rumours. He ignored them, after all, w...

  15. Judgelight

    Jack leaned against the balcony, staring out into the cityscape ahead. Myriads of neon signs blinked furiously at him; he tried to avert his gaze below, but there was no escape. A sea of luminescent headlights raced through the depths of the city, caus...

  16. Eden

    Was he dreaming? He considered the possibility, but this was too real. He knew well enough to know whether it was a dream or not. He looked at the paintings which lined the walls, they were exactly as he had described in his book. Arnold put his pen ba...

  17. The Author

    Arnold tapped his pen against the desk as he stared blankly at the piece of paper. He sighed, and gave the room a cursory glance every now and then. What could he write about? He was stuck. By his estimation, he had been sitting there for almost three ...

  18. Effluvium

    The girl looked out wistfully, the cold, bitter wind cutting through her hair; her senses were assaulted as she began to taste salt on the tip of her tongue, burning the back of her throat. Behind her, a voice echoed, a voice that seemed to fugue into ...

  19. Intoxication

    We were cast adrift like two lost vessels. The motorway, our sea. The sky, illuminated brightly by the lamp posts that hung in the night. When I tried to catalogue the damage, you looked up at me. Your eyes, dull, grey, as lifeless as your pale complex...

  20. The Beacon

    I began to make my way across the precipice of the rock face. It was dark, but that mattered not. I’ve found myself walking across these paths so often that I feel even had my eyes been closed, I would be able to traverse this route without so mu...

  21. Facade

    William looked out towards the vast expanse before him. The breeze carried a sweet, gentle smell; he sensed lavender, and the strong scent of jasmine. He closed his eyes for a moment to savour the experience, before looking out again. The field was lar...

  22. Saunders

    Saunders woke as light began to bleed through the crack of his curtains, causing him to cover his eyes and roll the other way. Too bright he thought, it’s always too bright. His room overlooked the harbour, where the sun would rise from across th...

  23. Outcast

    Joe looked into the mirror, where his own reflection stared back at him. It was dark; his face was illuminated only by a faint ray of moonlight which seeped through the window. He cursed it – the light only accentuated his features even more; short, ...

  24. Jack White

    In the corner of the room sat a man hidden by a thick cloud of wispy smoke, he wore a fedora of some kind, and a long, brown overcoat upon his shoulders. His eyes were sharp, and focused, and while he had many wrinkles, he had a certain air of vitality...

  25. The Unfortunate Tale of a Leper Part 4 (Final)

    ‘H-help! Is anyone there?’ his words spluttered as a large amount of blood poured from his mouth. Several residents circled around him, muttering to one each other, Tom could barely make out several pieces of conversation. ‘What should we do, cal...

  26. The Unfortunate Tale of a Leper Part 3

    He walked briskly through the streets; a few people were still hanging around, but Tom avoided their eyes, refusing to acknowledge their existence. Some snarled at him, others spat in disgust. Screw them, screw them all he thought angrily. Wanting to g...

  27. The Unfortunate Tale of a Leper Part 2

    Tom indeed followed the doctors instructions, however took it upon himself to use a sharp knife, he’d never get anywhere if there was no real risk involved. When he was finished, he inspected himself thoroughly, there were a few scratches, but he was...

  28. The Unfortunate Tale of a Leper

    Tom Smith, an ordinary name, fitting then for an ordinary man. That is what his life had constantly been, ordinary, he always wished for something interesting to happen, in his later years he soon realised that it had been a fatal mistake. Tom looked i...

  29. Jumpsuit 101

    I look in the mirror to see myself clad in an orange jumpsuit, the number ‘101’ is embedded into the chest, and by now, probably my mind too. The clattering of footsteps breaks me from my reverie as a large procession of similar clothed men marches...

  30. Land of culture

    Under the brilliant blue sky raced a motorbike and its driver, it sped across the valley, leaving behind a thick, cloudy trail of dust. The motorbike itself was old, ancient in fact, presumably of early 20th century design, attached to its rear end wer...

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