The Earl

[...]...I smell the salty fragrance of female fluids. I look around. Somewhere, not far from me a couple is performing the ancient ritual of physical contact. They have no idea that they emit energy in the space-time continuous. 

[...] Energy for me is visible as a projection. I feel my back opening and the wings given to me from my creator to unfold.[...]

 
[...] I am desperately jumping out the door and sucking the cool wind with bulimia. I am filling my lungs with air until i feel the pain in the bones of my chest. I begin to relax and feel my mind clearer. I am placing my hands on my face and feel the dawn of a smile.[...]

...I'm ready to hunt.

I want to hunt, I need it!

part from the flash story : "The Earl",

by James Antoniou

Only me

 

[...] He closes his eyes to avoid seeing her so frightened. He opens his eyes again. He is standing at the same place but the woman is gone. He shouts, he cries. He wants to leave that place but he can’t. He wants his mother. He calls her, No reply. He closes his eyes again... [...]

 
 

[...] He is afraid to keep his eyes closed because he can’t see around, what will happen if he opens them though? What will he see? With all the courage that an eight-year old kid can have, he slowly opens them...

part from the flash story : "Only me",

by James Antoniou (2013) 

Autumn...

 

 

"Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.
But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen."

by E. Hemingway

 

 

 

The Sea: a lifetime's love

"[...] The sea is a beautiful woman he was answering our question. Her skin is sometimes soft and smooth and sometimes rough and ugly. Her lips are sometimes half open ready to offer all the pleasure that can be hidden in a man’s dreams and sometimes tightly closed and glaring ready to give you the greatest harm. Her eyes mellowed as if from the finest amber are always staring with love..."

part from the flash story:  "Old Mister Mendios",

by James Antoniou (2014)

A colorful bouquet called Parga

Greece is known for some of the most beautiful islands in the world. Everyone on this turquoise sphere we call home wishes to pay a tribute to those islands, even once in his entire life. There is an “island” that you can drive to. Do not be surprised my friend, I'm talking about Parga, the quintessential daughter of the Ionian Sea. 

A place made of the Nereids and given the greatest beauty, a spree to the Twelve Gods of mount Olympus.

 You can get there by a purely human vehicle, whether it’s a car, a motorcycle or whatever you choose to use, but when you get there. Oh… my friend! When you get there, you drink the nectar and taste the ambrosia of a Greek island's atmosphere.

The libation begins with crystal clear waters, continues with the perfect combination of golden sand and milky white rocks, and all these complimented by the incredible colors of the city and the forest that softly touches the beach. Late in the evening, on the paved streets with the colorful shops of all kinds, you just get a small relaxing breath before the down to come, that will give you the opportunity to live another divine day.

The blessing of the Twelve Gods and the unique colors of a Greek island, blue, white and green, mixed together, create this colorful bouquet called Parga!

By James Antoniou (2017)

(Original post HERE)

A Postcard Island in the Ionian – It is Tiny and it has on it just two Churches and a Castle!

It may not be an unprecedented picture, since on top of many rocky islets in the Aegean and the Ionian Sea, the only building you can see is a small church, but this small island that stands at the opposite side of the harbor of Parga, will surely attract your attention [...]

Of course the view from the islet is magnificent. On one hand you can see the Ionian Sea and on the other, the mesmerizing, picturesque, colorful Parga! 
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