Fiction

Brown Cake Occupied in My Mental Stage

by Maid Corbic

“What’s that far out there?” the father echoed aloud, asking about the child. Spring day was never really closer, while the love of that day was increasingly turning into a trough of hatred and honor without shame and moral arrival. That day is still remembered clearly and loudly, with reasons for memories in the head that last and last.
“I’m fine. It’s really okay and you don’t have to worry.” – it was said in that kind voice, while he himself knows that it may not be in the best order as it should be. He tried to be special that day and to play with his game in the yard, which little by little covered the black, emerald, and heavy air but also clouds full of water. Time is still on his side because every day he thought it was the last.
On the table, that evening was still browned full of sweet thoughts and feelings that gave him some new feelings and a beginning that not everything was over as quickly as he thought and imagined. Somehow he has to be strong and overcome something that follows him, even though he is just a boy without direction and goal.
“I’m going to sleep, so I’ll see you in the morning,” he told his father, who was there for him when it was hardest, and the clock on his wall was clearly 8:30 pm. And as if everything has become just one little magic, he goes to bed pre-teeth scrubbing with that full-bristle brush and woven pajamas to the bmx sense. He kissed at the end of it and said the same words again as if for the last time ds was parting from life. His life was not great because his father fought to have everything in this world, but also to create a new life for him in the end, which will surely be better than the current one. happens.
He was not aware that the brown cake had come to his head, so sometime in the late hours, he realized that it was a fatal mistake in life. From the half-light of the corner of his room, he looks at the shadow of white color that calls him to himself, and from all that fear he was speechless and could not say out loud: “Help”. He knew that the boy was in trouble, but ds must mark himself that he eats some bad brownie who went inside some sorcery and act dangerous.
“Leave me as you are, you are not an honest man, nor my friend!” – he said loudly as if he were talking to himself and not to the person who occupied him when from his mouth some words were spoken in Latin unknown to him.. He knew brown had come head-on that night when he saw some black shadows in the dormitory while he was still. He knew that a difficult fate awaited him, but that he could go through it alone.
And in that time, he just wants ds to rise, but nowhere. That white shadow haunts him until a certain state of destiny when he looks at the clock, and only a minute has passed. He has nowhere to go and is just looking for peace of mind. he still did not close his eyes to these thoughts, and the day had already come to his two feet.
“I’m going to school, Dad, I have to keep going.” He said to his father, and at seven in the morning he went to work. He still has that demon in him, he is obsessed with his obligations, even though his head is starting to hurt. or how he feels, and most of all, these kids today will challenge him tomorrow just because he has different thoughts from others. And that demon seems to really like to be on a personal level and attack others without shame and wall because he will later learn that it is not as easily resolved as it seems.
He seeks some means to attack people because the worst of all is that he now goes to other people without questions and blows away their will to live. And still, the father does not know what is happening, because after the tired lady comes home. He didn’t say a word. He spoke, but he went back to his room to do whatever it took, if possible. he must be sure to believe only in himself if he can. Because time is not in his favor. The foundations are heavy and the eyelids are tired from dreams, the linden tree cuts quickly and tears flow without stopping.
Darkness is coming, twenty years at night. It was as if everything had become black smoke and a thick cloud as if a parade was being prepared. He doesn’t like to talk to anyone, and he is just looking for a solution to win this furious night and come out as the hero of his story. she is, heavy and shameful. Oh, he doesn’t see anything in front of him, he can’t even stand his friends with his eyes. And love not to mention, he didn’t have it because of that! He surrenders to occultism like never so far because he believes it her’s beginning.
While on the one hand a new story is being written, his self-consciousness loses its meaning because the life of the trace turns into a then circle without hell that he does not know what and how to do. And he is obsessed every day with those things and little things that gradually intoxicate his life and really hit some backs of doubt and wormholes of reason. And all this may be his own fault, but time cannot go back. Only hope remains that by casting out demons he can defeat himself and others around him first because it now creates a problem while still eating that brownie of possessed nature.
He still enters the room sometimes, even though the demon is alive and occupies him every now and then, but he is successfully thrown out with a lack of sugar and more love for others around him, because only in that way can everything be overcome after a year of slavery and escape. But they are delicious brownies, while the piece is still taken with the sugar that creates a spirit at night without stopping and the mind that tears the brain.
About the Author:
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that is repeatedly praised and rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is the moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition at a page of the same name that aims to bring together all poets around the world. 

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