Fictional stories

I wrote these in like 10 minutes shortly after I wrote about My Acting Journey. These characters you read about are characters I've made up myself with the stimulation of group mates. What I here wrote is not what was shown, as this is more of an insight into specific moments I came up with. Because it's easy. It's always been easy for me to go in and out different personalities and characters. I find them in one second, and then it's like we had a shared past. I become them. It's easier to become characters you act as than characters you write about. That's why it's so easy spitting out words without thinking. Because it's a shared past. But none the less. 2013/14, 2015 and 2016.




"His hands were trembling.
   "I am not wrong, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN?!" Why wouldn't his girlfriend listen to him? She had the map and had made her decision.
   "I'm going that way. That's were the next clue is", she said. "And I don't like how you treat me. Get a grip of yourself. Why must you ruin this game?"
   Little did she know how those words pierced his heart and soul. Amelie had not the heart nor the balls to talk back to him. Or she hadn't before. She was the only thing in the world he could completely control.
   He had seen his family crumble in front of his feet, with a mother shouting at him how he destroyed her relationship with his father.
   "Why must you ruin our family?" she had shouted. "You with your ADHD and bad attitude. I did not want a child like you, Kasimir. I'm sure your brother would've been a lot different than you."
   And Kasimir knew that he was not ment to happen. His big brother had died as an infant, without a reason or cause. Kasimir was nothing but a replacement. His mother had never liked him. Only dreamt of what his dead brother would achieve that he could never reach.
   Maybe his girlfriend never had liked him either. They've all decieved him for his whole life.
Kasimir could not stop himself. Everywhere he looked he saw his own hate reflect in the world. And when Amelie started to walk away from him, he grabbed her by the shoulder.
   "That's enough!" Amelie growled. "I don't want to be with you, Kasimir."
   "What do you mean?"
   "It's over."
   His hand flung up, hitting Amelie straight in the eye. She screamed. Kasimir watched her run away from him. Insted of following her, he walked deeper into the forest.
   After sitting down by a tree, he buried his face in his hands so no one would see him cry."


"Melinda squeezed the book close to her chest. It felt exiting and tiring being the book's guardian. From being the most normal teen ever, she'd now become the next in command on this secret mission. Find the final pages of the book. Kill the thief if needed. The highest command was the Ghost. That's what Melinda called the voice. The Ghost. She had to do as the Ghost said. Get the missing pieces. Otherwise she'd get hurt. She knew how painful the punishment for opposing the Ghost was. Like someone pouring acid on the skin.
   She lifted the kitchen knife and saw her own reflection in the blade.
   "Yeees. Use that one", said the Ghost. "Cut off the fingers of the thief."
   "Yeah", answered Melinda, and imagined chopping fingers like chopping carrots.
   "And then we have the answers", said the Ghost. "To finally unite with complete despair and misery. Suicide. That's what we're aiming for, right? You didn't know? Ah. Poor Melinda, being scared of death. That's what the mission is all about. Finding an end of this. Find the missing pages, Melinda."
   Melinda held her fingers tight, tight around the knife. Blood run down her hand and arm, down to the floor.
   "Good girl", said the Ghost, smiling."


"It had begun with silence.
   Iris was hiding in the bushes by the train rail. Waiting. It felt like being deaf. Not hearing anything, only the blood flowing in her ears. For 20 years she'd survived. Survived destruction in her own head, survived trials and jail for her crimes, multiple foster homes, survived breathing.
   Soon it'll be over.
   She waited patiantly. Feeling the sun on her skin, feeling the pain from the fresh cuts, feeling the pebble in her shoe. Feeling something else but inner sorrow.
   And then came the noise. The train approached with high speed. Why would they expect someone by the railroad, this far out in nothingness? Iris stood up, still in cover. Then one foot infront of the other.
   The sound of train whistle, screeching brakes, bones being crushed and blood splattering everywhere.
   And then it all had ended in silence."