Archive for the ‘English’ Category
October 14th, 2008
His flat was unusually quiet, imbued with a silence that was a stranger to Los Angeles, especially during the nights, so close to the heart of the city. One would have expected hoards of people to walk by and fill the air of nocturnal quietude with their human noises. Read the rest of this entry »
October 10th, 2008
On the evening Sara dropped by to pay a surprise visit to her older friend, she found that the clean, organized home of her artistic friend was quickly becoming an unorderly pile of clothes, books, and random objects thrown together on the floor, by the sofa, between the bedroom entrance and the fireplace. Read the rest of this entry »
September 29th, 2008
-In the charges of contract breach and violation, the jury rules in favour of the plaintiff, with a penalty fee fixed at thirty thousand dollars to be paid by plaintiff within twenty days. The defendant is hereby ruled to relinquish all rights over the property of the plaintiff, including all non-material property such as composed music. Read the rest of this entry »
September 28th, 2008
Lindy closed the door behind her without a sound. Her older son was fast asleep in his old bed, the one he had grown up in. Read the rest of this entry »
September 28th, 2008
Dragging her feet over cold, barren soil that led in the form of a narrow path to the small church, Mary followed the calling of something more powerful than her conscience into the tiny building that was warmed by a mere few heaters placed around the altar, and lit by a few dozens of candles, tokens of zealous gratitude by the newly found reverence of the citizens of Bodeford. Read the rest of this entry »
September 17th, 2008
Part III
Chapter 69.
January arrived with vicious blizzards uncustomary to Bodeford. It upset the lives of its citizens, who for days did nothing but struggle to come to terms with God’s new form of punishment for their real and imaginary sins. Read the rest of this entry »
August 21st, 2008
She broke down as soon as she lost him from her sight, and from then on, the evening went by in a state of stupour occasionally shattered by uninvited moments of clarity. They were as painful as that cloud of certainty looming above it all. Nothing she could do would ever bring him back. He was lost to the darkness forever, and it was her fault. Read the rest of this entry »
July 25th, 2008
Shutting his ears to the younger man’s drunken protests, Andrew carefully but firmly pushed the former onto the seat next to him, making sure to secure the seatbelt across the squirmy chest. Read the rest of this entry »
July 22nd, 2008
-Mr Morgan… what a surprise, seeing you here! -Andrew exclaimed when they reached the bottom of the stairs. -I didn’t know you were a fan. Read the rest of this entry »
July 21st, 2008
64.
The silent hug her old friend gave her told Sara there was something wrong. She tried to search Mary’s eyes, but noticed a gentleman standing not very far away, discreet yet attentive. He must be Andrew, she concluded, and let her friend go for a moment to extend her hand to him. Read the rest of this entry »
July 10th, 2008
Sunlight tickled the skin of his taut abdomen, and coffee was brewing in his kitchen. The fact that it was Angela preparing it for him already shaped his mood into that of an elongated, gloomy cloud that veiled the happy sun of his older self. He had a headache, and the upcoming night did not exactly bring blissful thoughts to his already deranged ones. Read the rest of this entry »
May 27th, 2008
I cannot believe it… I didn’t even know he had cancer. I’m so shaken right now I can’t even formulate a proper “obituary” post. Who needs those, anyway… No biography here, either, go read one of the thousands on the web. I honestly can’t say I knew im that well, but I knew many of his movies… and many of his movies resonated with me… many of his characters. His stark honesty. The same honesty Robert Redford depicted so well. They went hand in hand, two artists who helped each other become legends.
The movie titles start coming back to me… “They shoot horses, don’t they?”… “Out of Africa”… “Jeremiah Johnson”… “Three days of the Condor”… “Havana”… “The interpreter”… “The way we were”… “The electric horseman”… and so many more. That I watched, that made me think, entertained me while leaving me sober.
The death of Antonioni or Bergman may have been a harsher blow on the film industry, but Sydney Pollack touched me deeper. For now. So I will remember him, for now.
Goodbye, Sydney… I didn’t know you… but you left a mark in my life. Have a safe journey onwards.
March 5th, 2008
She slowly turned to face a ghost, smiling at the power of her fancy and that of her will, which had fought and defeated the improbability of Joshua actually standing there in front of her. Read the rest of this entry »
March 4th, 2008
When it was over, she stood up with the rest of them, blindly clapping for the man she dearly loved. She watched his haggard face from behind the shelter of someone standing in front of her, his not so much humble, but rather resigned gestures of gratitude. Read the rest of this entry »
November 29th, 2007
So, this is my blog. I’m rather tired after working on the design for hours with my better half helping me online. Anyway, this is where I’ll post all my stories from now on… I will create separate tags for each story. One of these days. And I’ll start writing again. One of these days…
October 17th, 2007
They stepped into the house at the same time; he turned to her apologetically, but she only squeezed his hand. She could not say that she loved the unison between them, the fact that he was by her side, that they were one, together, in that moment. She was unable to speak.
She had a myriad of thoughts circling in her brain, all of which were connected to Joshua. She was still on the verge of mistrust and disbelief: how could she possibly accept the fact that he- that he loved her? That he wanted her? How was it decided by the gods, or heavens, or fate, who received joy, and who received pain? She had had her share of pain, but everything faded into oblivion when he made her face him, look into his eyes, and kiss him. Read the rest of this entry »
June 30th, 2007
Én is idétlenkedtem egyet- ha az eredetit nem nézem, egész jó… anyu azt mondja, ne akarjam fényképszerűre, lazább vonalakkal rajzoljak… na hiszen könnyű mondani ezt egy olyannak, aki majd’ fél évszázada rajzol és fest! Haha!
I did something too- rather lame, compared- but if I don’t look at the original, it’s bearable. Mom tells me I shouldn’t try to be so exact, and use lighter lines… well, easy to say for someone who has drawn and painted for half a century haha!
June 13th, 2007
Ezt most csak így egyszerűen muszáj.
Without any further ado… I hope I can have it here. Please let me have it. It’s a wonderful blog by the way- I had saved the image from http://justjoshgroban.blogspot.com.
May 28th, 2007
An én anyukám, aki hosszú évek óta nem vett ceruzát a kezébe, ezeket rajzolta most hétvégén. Isten áldja meg Josh-t, amiért ilyen hatással van az emberekre!!!
My dear mom, who had not had a pencil in her hand for long years, had drawn these over the weekend. God bless Josh for having this effect on people!!!
