Him, my world

“Give me a kiss” he said.

It was cold, the trees were sad, parks empty, my feelings switched off and my lips covered by a scarf.

Only my eyes were shown and I wasn’t answering any of his questions.  Sometimes just nodded, but not more than that.

He was cold, I guess, because he came near me and hugged me tight.

Our foreheads touching, his eyes right into mine and I just couldn’t stop looking at him.

“Will you stop staring at me?” he asked me, smiling.

Then my look went down on his smile, I shook my head saying no and we continued looking at each other for some more seconds.

His eyes were a beautiful green, one of those colours which makes you fall in love right away.

“Give me a kiss, please” he begged me, but I didn’t answer, so he bit my nose.

“Hey, that hurt!” I exclaimed.

He smiled and I covered my lips again with my scarf.

His voice… I missed it.

He hadn’t been talking for like only two seconds, but I already missed it.

Our foreheads were touching once again, we were close to each other, so close that I could feel him breathing on my lips.

My eyes were probably begging him to kiss me, so he pulled me up in his arms, then his look went from right into my eyes to my lips and, closing his eyes, he gently kissed me.

Our lips were touching, his warm lips warmed up my cold ones.

Our smiles went bigger and bigger while kissing.

At that moment, my feelings, which I thought being switched off, suddenly came to life and something within me started to warm up, slowly.

He took my hand and I intertwined mine in his. Then he got close to my ears and whispered:

“Can I shout to the entire world that I love you?”

I smiled and nodded. Then, still close to my ears, he gently whispered:

“I love you”

My smile went bigger and I kissed him.

I only needed a few seconds of silence, looks and kisses to finally understand everything.

He, too, meant the entire world to me.

The call

I would like to call you.
Not now.
Maybe one day,
Ten years from now.
I would like to hear that weird sound on my cellphone.
Your voice too.
Ten years are a very long time,
Maybe your voice will be different,
And I won’t recognize it.
I would like to tell you a lot of things,
But only good stuff.
I would talk about my longer hair,
My nails that I don’t bite anymore.
I would talk about places I visited,
Dreams wished upon a shooting star.
I would talk about books I wrote, the ones I deleted, and the ones I kept hidden.
I would talk about dreams,
Our present, which used to be our future and used to scare us.
I would talk about all the photographs I left hanging on my walls,
Noise in my city.
I would tell you that time goes fast,
But we don’t.
I would feel your smile,
I would feel it forming on your lips.
I would ask you: “Where have you been?”
And your silence,
Only that deafening silence,
Will be the answer.
And then I would tell you that in those ten years it rained a lot, and once every year I thought about you.
I would tell you that the ceiling was white,
And at night you would fill it.
And I would keep hanging on,
I would not put that telephone down without saying:
“Ten years are a very long time, but I still love you as i used to, maybe more”

Ayame

Tu-tump …
My very first memory is the sound of my heartbeat; I feel it beating within my chest.
Then I feel a scent, sweet and intense, overwhelming all over me.
After that, I feel something delicate on my skin, wrapping me as for protecting me from the outside, and i feel safe.
But I still don’t really get where I am…
Suddendly feeling curious, I slowly start to open my eyes, so that I can finally see.
At first, everything is blurred, imprecise.
I need to wink to get my eyes used to see, after being close for so long.
Everything is in semi-darkness. Beyond what is wrapping me I can see the light, but it cannot come here, across that fabric.
The colour that triumphs is light-blue…. more like blue, i think.
I glance down, now I notice that I’m rolled up in fetal position.
It feels like a dream to me… I feel calm, relaxed, well, I feel really good. I will never leave this place..
As soon as I start thinking about it, I hear strange noises coming from outside.
Are those voices? I can’t hear really well.
The more they approch, the clearer they become.
“Finally it’s time!” says one of those voices!” says another one.
“It seems like ages!” says another.
“Your Majesty, the time has finally come!” says another again.
Suddendly feeling curious, I decide I want to know more about this. But at the same time I don’t want to leave this place, where I feel safe; I feel like it will be so much more difficult and painful outside.
Then, I decide to feed my curiosity and, slowly, I approch my hand towards that fabric always wrapping me. It’s soft and fine, almost like a flower petal.
In the meantime, other voices continue passing by outside.
“It’s her! She’s moving!”
“She’s coming! Leave her some space!”
With slow movements i start to push the petals away, opening the big flower I’m in.
Suddendly, an intense light lights up under me; it overwhelms me entirely and I’m forced to shield my eyes.
Then, I feel like I’m floating, and I find myself being carried outside, where I land gently on the ground.
My legs are not yet used to bear my weight, so I crumble down, still shielding my eyes.
Slowly, the light starts decreasing, until it eventually extinguishes and I can finally see what is happening around me.
In front of me it opens a marvellous view, I’m breathless.
I notice so many strange fairy creatures watching me curiously, all having a pair of wings, each with a peculiarity: who has big coloured wings, small and see-through wings, blue wings, green wings, and so much more.
I feel at the center of the attention and I wrap myself up into fetal position again, feeling ashamed.
“Don’t be afraid, child, no one will hurt you, I promise” says a gentle voice.
Insinctively, I glance up towards her and I immediately feel astonished.
That voice belongs to the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. She is pretty much like the other ones, but she has two big gourgeous wings, shining with a light-blue light, she is wearing a long and posh dress and she has a very kind face surrounded by long and curly hair. Being by her side makes me feel safe, as I felt in my flower.
“Take my hand. I’ll help you with your wings”
Without losing sight of her, I do as she says and i try to stand up.
As soon as I find the right balance, I start to become more and more familiar with my body, with my wings in particular, which I haven’t noticed yet until now.
They are very similar to the creature’s who welcomed me, but lighter.
Insinctively, I start to flutter my wings, at first slowly, then more and more fast, until I can finally fly.
Without losing my hand, that beautiful creature smiles when she sees my awkward efforts, and I just feel like returning her smile.
Then, suddendly feeling tired, I slowly start to go down until I find myself with my feet on the ground again.
“That’s it for now. You’ll get used to flying soon, don’t worry” she says, reassuring me.
Those creatures not far from us never stopped to look at me for a second and I feel a bit intimidated.
The beautiful fairy creature next to me makes me face her and then starts saying:
“Good, now it’s time to give you a name. As you were born from a beautiful Iris, you will be known as Ayame. Now, turn around, face them and introduce youself for who you are: the newborn fairy of the four elements, princess of Ellesmere, my daughter.”
And then I immediately understand that from this moment my life is going to change for ever.

Ayame, a flower writing stories

Hi everyone,

it would be my pleasure to introduce myself to all of you.

My name is, as you can see, Ayame. It’s actually a japanese word meaning “iris”, like the flower’s name. That’s were the blog’s title come from.

The very first purpose of this blog i created is to try and write some short stories i come up with during my day, so you can read them and have fun, at least I hope so ahahah

I also did that to improve my writing skills, because recently writing has become a new passion of mine, and I didn’t want to just ignore it, as I often do with things and feelings.

So, yeah, these are the reasons why i creted this blog.

I really hope someone will pass by here, read some of my stories and like them. It would mean so much to me. If you like the stories I write, you are free to leave comments in which you can tell me what you think about them. Ah! And don’t forget to share my blog on social networks.

Okay, no more talking. I’ll stop here with the introduction ahah I know they can be very boring.

I hope I’ll see you on my very first story!

Bye all!

-Ayame