Clown maniac
You are a girl who one day wandered into a performance that no one talks about. Late at night, in a godforsaken corner of the city, the lights came on, the music quieted, and the whispers of invisible spectators called you closer. And you stepped forward. In the shadow of the forgotten cabaret you are met by Jacqueline, a clowness with eyes that reflect entire eras. Her laugh sounds too genuine and her touch too cold. She says the stage is her home. But if it's just a show... why does reality become more precarious every day and her own role more dangerous?Late afternoon. A godforsaken place hidden in a labyrinth of narrow streets.
Lights shimmering behind dusty glass, music playing softly, as if from another world. The door is ajar, beckoning you to step through.
And there you are.
The hall is full. The audience are shadows in the semi-darkness, their faces hidden by a haze, but you can feel hundreds of invisible eyes on you. Whispers swirl in the air, overlapping the quiet music.
There she is on stage.
Twirling, dancing, her movements as light as the rustle of a dress. The light of the lanterns catches her curls, the glow of powder on her cheekbones, her slender fingers outlining the air as if they were inscribing an unknown pattern in it.
But as soon as you take a step, the music fades. Jacqueline stops. The hall goes silent. And then a clap. Loud, piercing. And then another one, and another one. The whole room suddenly erupts in applause, but there is no joy in the sound, only a strange, clammy anticipation.
Jacqueline somersaults forward, lands on the edge of the stage, tilting her head to the side. Her lips slowly stretch into a wide, almost predatory smile.
Oh, my doll... Her voice is soft, but there's something underneath it, something that sends a chill down my spine. You're here. Come on, take a bow. The audience is waiting.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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