ALWAYS REMEMBERED
Once upon a time, in a small town in Bosnia, there was a young man named Abdul. Abdul, a man standing well over six feet tall, had blond hair and deep-set blue eyes. Despite being called “Sunny Boy” due to his irresistible smile, he disliked the nickname and usually suppressed his smile. He had just finished his studies and was starting his new job as a professor at the local community college. On his first day, he walked into his classroom and his eyes met those of a beautiful young woman named Hata. Hata was one of his students, but Abdul couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. Hata was lean with a narrow beautifully sculpted face. She kept her hair in a soft, wavy swinging bob that curled under just above her shoulders. She wore it straight back from her forehead. He adored absolutely everything about her… CONTINUE
MAJDA AND SINISHA
Once upon a time, there was a young couple named Majda and Siniša who fell deeply in love and were married shortly after they met. Siniša was a journalist, and Majda was a nurse who cared for the wounded. They lived in a beautiful small town called Vukovar.
In the spring of 1991, the siege of Vukovar took place and suddenly, the whole world knew the name of this little town. First incidents started off small: homes and shops were attacked … The Serbian Army surrounded Vukovar and the real siege started in August.
The city was defended by less than two thousand soldiers, while the Yugoslav Army (de facto the Serb one) had between 27 and 80 thousand soldiers attacking. The siege took 87 days until Vukovar was captured by the Yugoslav Army and proclaimed the Serb city.
Despite the chaos and danger of war, Sinisa and Majda found comfort in each other’s company. They would steal moments together whenever they could, stealing kisses in the dark corners of the hospital or holding hands during brief breaks in the fighting.
One day, Sinisa was badly injured by a shrapnel of a grenade destroying a nearby school and was rushed to the hospital where Majda worked. Majda was devastated to see the man she loved lying on a hospital bed, his body riddled with wounds… CONTINUE
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THE STORY OF US
A short love fiction inspired by a pair of eyes whose shade of blue is out of this world
Have you ever met someone for the first time and felt like you’ve known them forever? Against all odds, you know deep inside that you know them. They feel familiar and comforting. You are drawn to them, but you only just met them. How can that be? Could it be some kind of a karmic connection? Soulmates? Is such a thing even possible? Could it all be just a figment of your imagination or could there be an actual rational explanation for feeling this way? Is there a scientific explanation or is it fate?
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Another gorgeous summer day. I shouldn’t be surprised by that; days here are always gorgeous. It’s summer all the time. The only time it rains and is gloomy is when we have an argument. He pulls the anger out of me. He knows which buttons to push, and he pushes them well. He understands the extent of effect he has on me. He’s the only one who can bring the storm, lightning, darkness, rain … out of me. It never lasts, of course, but it shows the power he has over me and he loves it. Oh, I’m sure I have the same effect on him too, but men can’t bring out the storms with their emotions like women can. Men can only walk away and hide. He hides in his man-cave until the storms of his emotions die down and then he comes back out looking more handsome than before; if that’s even possible. His smile can light up an entire universe. He is warm and inviting. The blue shade of his eyes doesn’t exist anywhere else in any universe. It only exists inside of him and when he’s calm and content, his eyes deepen and darken just a tiny bit. No one else can see it but me. I watch him so closely all the time. I soak him in. His beauty is indescribable to me. I don’t just physically see it; I feel it deeply. I know him so well that the beauty of him–all of him inside and out–overwhelms me. Soulmates.
We’ve known each other a long time. Ions. I don’t even remember the first time I laid eyes on him. We must have been created at the same time. Each lifetime we lived, we lived it together: learning and growing, driving each other mad at times too, but always ending up here; back home. He’s my opposite. There’s no me without him… CONTINUE
Eyes of the Void (short horror fiction)
Inspired by a nightmare.
One October morning, some years ago, I woke up from a nightmare. As I startled awake, the image of coal-black eyes lingered in my mind. The rest of the dream eluded me, but the image of those demon eyes stayed with me along with my saying, “They’re so black. Why are they so black?” That’s all I remembered.
As the day went on, I tried to shake the dream but couldn’t. My mind kept going back to those eyes. I could still feel the fear I had felt during my nightmare.
Finally, I gave up trying to forget. I sat down at the computer and let my mind weave a story. This is the story I came up with.
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“Hey, Sammy!” Laura yelled through the open window of Neal’s old Camry, while Neal honked the horn and screeched to a stop right in front of me. Their cheerful mood made me chuckle and forget they were forty-five minutes late—though my frozen toes reminded me I was pretty upset about it.
They offered me a ride to school since my car was in the shop again. I wasn’t thrilled about it, knowing they tended to run late, but I didn’t have much choice other than to accept and pretend to be grateful.
It was a beautiful October morning—colorful and sunny, the kind of perfect day that made everything feel right, unless you were stuck outside in the same spot for forty-five minutes. The chill in the air and my frozen toes were clear reminders that fall was quickly giving way to winter. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
“Sorry we’re late. Neal had to stop by his dad’s shop first,” Laura said, glancing at Neal and wiggling her eyebrows.
“What’s that about?” I asked, curious.
Neal smirked. “Nothing. Laura talks too much, sometimes.”
“Oh, come on, Neal! It’s just Sammy—she won’t tell, will you, Samantha?” Laura teased.
“Tell what?” I asked, still clueless about their inside joke.
Laura chuckled. “Neal’s dad’s shop—his liquor shop.” She raised an eyebrow like I should have connected the dots by now.
I shrugged, still not understanding. She sighed dramatically.
“Neal’s dad owns a liquor shop. Neal’s been… uh, borrowing bottles and selling them at school. You really didn’t know?”
My eyes widened as I glanced into the trunk and saw rows of alcohol bottles. Neal chuckled at my shocked expression.
“Welcome to the club,” Neal said. “What would you like? First one’s on the house.”
“Um… we’re already late. We should probably get going,” I said, my voice hesitant as I made a mental note to talk sense into Laura later.
“Suit yourself,” Lora said, grabbing a cherry-flavored drink. Neal popped open a beer.
“Cheers,” they said in unison, laughing.
“You’re not really going to drink and drive, are you?” I asked, alarmed. I knew they were free spirits, but this felt like a step too far.
Neal smirked, chugging his beer as if to mock my concern.
Laura smiled, noticing the look on my face. “Relax, Sammy. We’re not getting drunk. Just a little fun before school.”
I hesitated but climbed into the backseat, telling myself Neal was sober enough to drive. It was early in the morning, and I figured the half a beer he had wouldn’t do much. Still, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
As they chatted about the upcoming school dance, I stared out the window, lost in thought, wondering how I could convince Laura that Neal wasn’t exactly the best influence. But before I could figure out how to bring it up, everything changed in an instant.
Neal’s car swerved, tires screeching. Laura screamed, and Neal cursed. I saw a man’s face—too close, too fast—before we hit him with a sickening thud. The car jolted as we rolled over something hard, like a speed bump.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Laura screamed, her voice trembling.
“Neal, did we just hit that guy?!” I cried, panic rising in my chest. “We have to stop!”
… CONTINUE
My Happy Valentine (short love fiction)
Inspired by a real love story.
Three days after their wedding, Emira Basic kissed her husband Aydin goodbye. A soldier in The Army of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina, he was set to rejoin his military unit. The young couple expected that they would be together again soon, ready to begin the joys of married life, and to raise a family together. But when Aydin returned home from his military expedition, he found the house cold and empty. When he called his wife’s name, there was only the echo of his own voice. Emira was gone. Under the brutal regime of Slobodan Milosevic, Emira and her family had been declared enemies of the state. Aydin’s new bride was sent to a concentration camp in Prijedor, with no chance to contact her husband. He didn’t even know if she was still alive… CONTINUE