"The playground" (a story)

He was blonde, tall and he was my boyfriend. It wasn't love at first sight and actually,  when I first met him, I wasn't so sure I liked him. But we got to know each other. He was smart, we had a great time together, and it wasn't long before we fell in love.
Oh, I was so much in love and there was so much passion between us. I had finally found a man to make that connection I always wanted!
Days, weeks, and months passed, until one day he told me that he was thinking of going to his hometown for a few days, to visit his parents. And he wanted me to go with him.
Ok, I was a little nervous about meeting his parents, but still, after a couple of days we had a very nice trip to his hometown.
I liked the place a lot, there was nature all around, trees, flowers, everything! And everyone was really nice to me. We had such a good time, we were going on small roadtrips, we were talking long walks.
Oh, I still remember that one day that we took a walk, we saw the sunset, and we played on a playground that was under construction, but the old swings were still up. Afterwards we sat in small cafe and had ice cream! That was a great day, except the moment that my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend passed by. She stoppes to say "hi" and I think that he didn't want me to meet her for some reason. Well, the truth is she wasn't so friendly to me, but I think this was logical, you never like the ex's next lover. Whatever.
After that day nice day, we were planning on staying for two more days in the town. The next day there was a party in the neighbour's house. We had a good time. But close to midnight my boyfriend's ex came. And after a while I  found them arguing in the kitchen. I started realizing that something was quite wrong with her after all. Maybe she was still in love with him? Maybe there was something he wasn't telling me? I couldn't help myself and I asked him and so we had our first fight. And it was a big one. 
I left the party crying. I went to the playground,  to try to calm myself. The old swings were still up. I thought of the previous day, when we had so much fun....
And I still remember it. Because you see, you can never know what someonw has on its mind or what an ex might think and do. And some people do bad things and harm others. And some kill, for their own reasons. You only have to be in the right spot, in the right time. Like I did.
And I'm still there. I can't play on the swings anymore, but I'm always going to be next to them!

"The Silver Ribbons" (a story)

One night I found myself on the shore. A beautiful sea was standing in front of me. The moon was making her seem like silver. I couldn't resist. 

I started walking towards the water. The first drops touched my legs. I shivered. Not frozen, but really cold, the water made me hesitate for a moment. Only for one moment. I continued walking.
The cold water made me feel like tiny creatures were touching my skin. But I couldn't stop walking towards the sea. Until I found myself inside the water, up to my waist.
The sea had a silver coat of moonlight upon it. Out of a sudden a ribbon left the surface of water, dived inside it and caught my leg, by the ankle. The natural thing to do was to try to free myself, but I didn't. The ribbon started drawing me towards the buttom of the sea. I now was inside the water from head to toe. I tried to hold my breath, but I couldn't manage it for long. I opened my mouth a little amd my nostrils filled with water.
"How could I breath underwater?"
I couldn't understand the why, but I could breath as if I was still on the shore.
The ribbon kept pulling me further and further towards the bottom of the sea.
I noticed that the light that was coming from the sky had changed. It seemed it was no longer night, the sun was up. Everything around me was blur. Rays of sunlight were reaching the bottom of the sea. They were creating shades of gold, yellow, blue and green.
The ribbon suddenly stopped.  I placed both my feet on the sand and looked around.  There was nothing near me. But I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around amd there she was.
She was petite. Her skin was so fair, almosr transparent, and her eyes were light green. Her hair were like made of ribbons; silver ones.
She came closer to me, she leaned even closer, she kissed me.
And then I couldn't breath anymore.

"The soup" (a gory story)

   

    I was walking into a big forest one night. The light of the moon was faint, but I was managing to find my way through the trees. Everything around me seemed black. And maybe it was. After all I couldn't see so well. 

    At some point I found myself in front of a small house. It looked like a cottage, but again, there was not enough light to be sure. I knocked on the door. An elderly woman opened it and she let me get inside.

    The small cottage was basically one room, full of candles that colored the space with yellow and red shades. It was dinner time. The table was set and the woman's husband and son were already sitting, ready to eat the tomato soup she had prepared for them. She told me to have a sit and I sat next to her son. He was about forty years old. I wasn't hungry, so I just sat there waiting for he family to eat their soup. It smelled pretty good. The kind of comforting smell of a hot homemade meal!

    But suddenly, someone burst into the house! Probably a man, as I could understand from his built. He was covering his face with a hood. He quickly went behind the son's back, he took out a gun out of his pocket and he put right next to the son's head. I was sitting next to him frozen, not being able to move or even speak. The man pulled the triger. The bullet made such a big hole in the son's head. His brains started spilling out and falling piece by piece into the soup, on the plate in front of him. But, he wasn't dead yet! He picked up the spoon and filled it with soup. The soup that moments ago was filled with his own brains. I tried to open my mouth and tell him to stop, not to eat it, but I just couldn't! 

    He raised his hand, put the spoon inside his mouth and swallowed. 

    I managed to finally open my mouth and say only two words: "No, don't!". But it was too late.