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Follow this White Rabbit, Iva Gyongy did, so you know you're perfectly safe. Full and complete synopsis. When She was dreaming it was Wave of a Dark Ocean ; working title. When She woke up it became Beyond Desire ; actual title.
Wave of a Dark Ocean
What happens when you are push to the limits?
She has One Day to come up with ten thousand dollars.
CAUGHT BETWEEN DESIRE, HOPE AND DEATH,
November fifth is the hardest day in Iva Gyongy's life; she has to come up with ten thousand dollars for a loan shark, money she doesn't even owe. In a dire situation made desperate, she's dealing with twisted siblings who are always just one step ahead of her. She is beginning to have doubts about her move to New York from France and if that weren't enough, she has to come to terms with a decision she has to make just to survive. Threatened by her past, she has no choice but to carry on in a strange land far away from everyone she knows and loves.
All alone in search for peace, contentment and answers for all the questions haunting her life. Standing at the crossroads of her existence, she must decide which road to take.
Disarmed by self-discovery and loss of innocence. It's about the choices you have to make with the flow of fate. It's about the darkness that all of us have but keep under control. It's about dreams and the questions we ask ourselves, the answers we all seek deep in the night but forget as soon as we wake up.
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What happens when you are push to the limits?
She has One Day to come up with ten thousand dollars.
CAUGHT BETWEEN DESIRE, HOPE AND DEATH,
November fifth is the hardest day in Iva Gyongy's life; she has to come up with ten thousand dollars for a loan shark, money she doesn't even owe. In a dire situation made desperate, she's dealing with twisted siblings who are always just one step ahead of her. She is beginning to have doubts about her move to New York from France and if that weren't enough, she has to come to terms with a decision she has to make just to survive. Threatened by her past, she has no choice but to carry on in a strange land far away from everyone she knows and loves.
All alone in search for peace, contentment and answers for all the questions haunting her life. Standing at the crossroads of her existence, she must decide which road to take.
Disarmed by self-discovery and loss of innocence. It's about the choices you have to make with the flow of fate. It's about the darkness that all of us have but keep under control. It's about dreams and the questions we ask ourselves, the answers we all seek deep in the night but forget as soon as we wake up.
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The Call. A Skein from the Third Act.
“By the way, how is the Russian girl that likes you?”
“She has a name, you know.”
“Of course. I wasn’t being derogatory. I just forgot her name and remembered only her ethnicity, that’s all. Her name is Ikea, right?”
“How can you come up with a random name like that? It’s Mila.”
“Oh OK, cool. Does she likes you or vice versa?”
“Both.”
“Cool, I do like Russian people. I know they are not the clichéd stereotypes like the movies make them out to be. Just as we are not the stereotypes they make us to be.”
He laughed at that. There was a sudden but comfortable lull in the conversation. I knew what was coming next, but I still cringed when he asked the next predictable question. The one he asks every time we talk, which was about once a week. “Did you call them yet?”
I shook my head then realized he cannot see me. I spoke up, my voice harsh, my throat dry. “No. Not yet.”
“Not yet? What are you waiting for, man?”
“I don’t know.”
“So I take it that you haven’t stopped by the house then? Like I asked you to do a million times?” His voice, which has always been one constant voice of reason in my life, heavy with disappointment. I started to shake my head then stopped. “No,” I said hoarsely.
“Wow.”
“They don’t want me there.”
“It’s your home, dude. It’s our home. Of course, they want you there. They need there. You should go back. It’s time to get past- you know what. ”
I didn’t say anything.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
I laughed sullenly. Because I am still naïve enough to believe in myself. It would be much later in life; I found that nothing is more fitting a punishment than hope.
“So you are still not in touch with anyone from home? No one?”
“Except you.”
“Yeah, except me.”
“It goes both ways, you know,” I said weakly.
“They haven’t contacted me either.”
“That’s so lame, bro and you know it. Stop trying to pin the blame on each other, OK?”
My throat constricted. “They blamed me what happened to Zen.”
“Come on, you know that’s not true.”
“He blamed me.” My voice was an inaudible whisper.
His voice was just as delicate. “Do you really believe that?”
I ignored the bait. “Look-if they wanna get in touch with me, fine but I ain’t gonna make the first move. They basically kicked me out.”
“But you are the one who left, not them.”
“They could have stopped me.”
“You wouldn’t have let them.”
“What do you want me to do, hum?’
“Listen, I can only show you the way. You are the one who has to walk by it yourself.”
“Yeah, thanks a lot Morpheus.”
He didn’t laugh. “It’s been a year. Don’t you think it’s time you stop running?”
“I am not running from anything.” I tried to reign in my anger and keep it away from my tone but it was hard. I cannot afford to piss off my only solace these ashen days.
“Don’t you miss them?” He asked tenderly.
With my every passing breath. I bleed for them every fucking forlorn day, especially her.
“No,” I said. “People only miss each other in fiction. Doesn’t happen in real life.”
I heard him sigh in exasperation. Then he spoke cheerfully in a lighter tone. “By the way, I didn’t just call to continue our favorite line of discussion or talk about trivial things.”
“Oh yeah? What’s up?”
“Do you want anything from Barnes and Noble?”
“Well, yeah of course. I always do. I’ll email you the list.”
“Sure.”
“Why are you asking me this all of sudden?”
Then it hit me. The reason why he’d ask me that. “Are you coming here?!”
“Yeah.”
“When!”
“Within two weeks, for sure.”
I paused for a second and then spoke. “Any special reason? Why take the risk? You know traveling back and forth isn’t easy. Not to mention it’s a ten to twelve hours’ flight.”
“Yeah I know.”
“Then? Can’t just be the lure of my awesome company.”
He laughed. Then he went on in a gentlest possible tone. He spoke crushing my world around me, parching my whole essence in an instant. “You do know that Yusra is getting married?”
A silence of stillborn heartbeats.
“No.” It was all that I managed to say.
“Her wedding is in two weeks. I’m sure you must have known that.”
“I guess my invitation got lost in the mail,” I said with bitterness. Feeling betrayed from all sides.
“No one told you?”
“Nope. No one did.”
“I’m sure they must be getting around to tell you.”
“Hum. I wouldn’t hold my breath though.”
“Oh stop acting like such a victim.”
“That’s why you are coming?”
“Yeah. Duh.”
I brightened up, “hey does that mean you are going to stay with me?”
“Well, I gotta stay at home. So should you.”
I didn’t reply and refrained from retorting.
“But I’ll be with you most of the time. I promise. I won’t catch up with my friends or my former girlfriends here. Just you, ok?”
I finally conceded by laughing just a little. Then of course he broke the subtle ambiance of serenity. “You gonna attend the wedding?”
“How can I?”
“How can you not?”
“Dude, I am not even invited.”
“You don’t know that. Yet. Listen, you gonna end up regretting it, you don’t wanna miss this.”
“Hum,”
“Besides you have to be there to help out with the wedding stuff. You know it’s only Mom, Dad and Yusra there to deal with such things, and Yusra can’t really help, it is her wedding after all . We can’t expect the blushing bride to pitch in, really. So it’s basically Mom and Dad left alone to deal with everything.”
“But now you are coming back.”
“You mean the prodigal son returns?” He joked.
“No man. He never left. You’re talking to the prodigal son,” I said seriously.
“You better be kidding, man,” he paused then he spoke in a lighter tone, “maybe he did left. Ever think about that?”
Of course, I had no answer for that. He continued softly, “do you have any idea how hard it must be for Dad to even look at you after-?
“Not as hard as me having to live through it, I am sure.” I countered sarcastically.
“Stop torturing yourself.”
“I wish it was that easy, Qasim.”
“Just think about what I said, alright? So, I guess I’ll be seeing you real soon.”
“Sure.”
“OK, listen I gotta get back to my homework. Have an assignment due tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
“Talk to you later.”
“You bet.”
“Bye,”
“Bye,” I echoed meekly and hung up the phone, closing the cell’s lid.
The conversation had ended abruptly and I felt dissatisfied. I threw the cell phone on the wooden table. I sat there stewing for a while, mulling over the conversation. I tried not to feel forgotten and abandoned. But that was exactly how I felt. At least, I consoled myself; I’d get to see my baby brother after three years.
Three very desolate years in which I waited for something to happen and now everything was happening all at once and not at all.
“She has a name, you know.”
“Of course. I wasn’t being derogatory. I just forgot her name and remembered only her ethnicity, that’s all. Her name is Ikea, right?”
“How can you come up with a random name like that? It’s Mila.”
“Oh OK, cool. Does she likes you or vice versa?”
“Both.”
“Cool, I do like Russian people. I know they are not the clichéd stereotypes like the movies make them out to be. Just as we are not the stereotypes they make us to be.”
He laughed at that. There was a sudden but comfortable lull in the conversation. I knew what was coming next, but I still cringed when he asked the next predictable question. The one he asks every time we talk, which was about once a week. “Did you call them yet?”
I shook my head then realized he cannot see me. I spoke up, my voice harsh, my throat dry. “No. Not yet.”
“Not yet? What are you waiting for, man?”
“I don’t know.”
“So I take it that you haven’t stopped by the house then? Like I asked you to do a million times?” His voice, which has always been one constant voice of reason in my life, heavy with disappointment. I started to shake my head then stopped. “No,” I said hoarsely.
“Wow.”
“They don’t want me there.”
“It’s your home, dude. It’s our home. Of course, they want you there. They need there. You should go back. It’s time to get past- you know what. ”
I didn’t say anything.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
I laughed sullenly. Because I am still naïve enough to believe in myself. It would be much later in life; I found that nothing is more fitting a punishment than hope.
“So you are still not in touch with anyone from home? No one?”
“Except you.”
“Yeah, except me.”
“It goes both ways, you know,” I said weakly.
“They haven’t contacted me either.”
“That’s so lame, bro and you know it. Stop trying to pin the blame on each other, OK?”
My throat constricted. “They blamed me what happened to Zen.”
“Come on, you know that’s not true.”
“He blamed me.” My voice was an inaudible whisper.
His voice was just as delicate. “Do you really believe that?”
I ignored the bait. “Look-if they wanna get in touch with me, fine but I ain’t gonna make the first move. They basically kicked me out.”
“But you are the one who left, not them.”
“They could have stopped me.”
“You wouldn’t have let them.”
“What do you want me to do, hum?’
“Listen, I can only show you the way. You are the one who has to walk by it yourself.”
“Yeah, thanks a lot Morpheus.”
He didn’t laugh. “It’s been a year. Don’t you think it’s time you stop running?”
“I am not running from anything.” I tried to reign in my anger and keep it away from my tone but it was hard. I cannot afford to piss off my only solace these ashen days.
“Don’t you miss them?” He asked tenderly.
With my every passing breath. I bleed for them every fucking forlorn day, especially her.
“No,” I said. “People only miss each other in fiction. Doesn’t happen in real life.”
I heard him sigh in exasperation. Then he spoke cheerfully in a lighter tone. “By the way, I didn’t just call to continue our favorite line of discussion or talk about trivial things.”
“Oh yeah? What’s up?”
“Do you want anything from Barnes and Noble?”
“Well, yeah of course. I always do. I’ll email you the list.”
“Sure.”
“Why are you asking me this all of sudden?”
Then it hit me. The reason why he’d ask me that. “Are you coming here?!”
“Yeah.”
“When!”
“Within two weeks, for sure.”
I paused for a second and then spoke. “Any special reason? Why take the risk? You know traveling back and forth isn’t easy. Not to mention it’s a ten to twelve hours’ flight.”
“Yeah I know.”
“Then? Can’t just be the lure of my awesome company.”
He laughed. Then he went on in a gentlest possible tone. He spoke crushing my world around me, parching my whole essence in an instant. “You do know that Yusra is getting married?”
A silence of stillborn heartbeats.
“No.” It was all that I managed to say.
“Her wedding is in two weeks. I’m sure you must have known that.”
“I guess my invitation got lost in the mail,” I said with bitterness. Feeling betrayed from all sides.
“No one told you?”
“Nope. No one did.”
“I’m sure they must be getting around to tell you.”
“Hum. I wouldn’t hold my breath though.”
“Oh stop acting like such a victim.”
“That’s why you are coming?”
“Yeah. Duh.”
I brightened up, “hey does that mean you are going to stay with me?”
“Well, I gotta stay at home. So should you.”
I didn’t reply and refrained from retorting.
“But I’ll be with you most of the time. I promise. I won’t catch up with my friends or my former girlfriends here. Just you, ok?”
I finally conceded by laughing just a little. Then of course he broke the subtle ambiance of serenity. “You gonna attend the wedding?”
“How can I?”
“How can you not?”
“Dude, I am not even invited.”
“You don’t know that. Yet. Listen, you gonna end up regretting it, you don’t wanna miss this.”
“Hum,”
“Besides you have to be there to help out with the wedding stuff. You know it’s only Mom, Dad and Yusra there to deal with such things, and Yusra can’t really help, it is her wedding after all . We can’t expect the blushing bride to pitch in, really. So it’s basically Mom and Dad left alone to deal with everything.”
“But now you are coming back.”
“You mean the prodigal son returns?” He joked.
“No man. He never left. You’re talking to the prodigal son,” I said seriously.
“You better be kidding, man,” he paused then he spoke in a lighter tone, “maybe he did left. Ever think about that?”
Of course, I had no answer for that. He continued softly, “do you have any idea how hard it must be for Dad to even look at you after-?
“Not as hard as me having to live through it, I am sure.” I countered sarcastically.
“Stop torturing yourself.”
“I wish it was that easy, Qasim.”
“Just think about what I said, alright? So, I guess I’ll be seeing you real soon.”
“Sure.”
“OK, listen I gotta get back to my homework. Have an assignment due tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
“Talk to you later.”
“You bet.”
“Bye,”
“Bye,” I echoed meekly and hung up the phone, closing the cell’s lid.
The conversation had ended abruptly and I felt dissatisfied. I threw the cell phone on the wooden table. I sat there stewing for a while, mulling over the conversation. I tried not to feel forgotten and abandoned. But that was exactly how I felt. At least, I consoled myself; I’d get to see my baby brother after three years.
Three very desolate years in which I waited for something to happen and now everything was happening all at once and not at all.
speculative fiction
You are no Paz Vega but you know what I want right now. Your warm weight on me making me real, more real than these words, yes, but something else too. I want to kiss you, I have to, I must. Let's try that, kissing without words, we have to meet.
Why are you smiling like that? This is not fiction. Speculative or otherwise. We must kiss and burn off our lips. Tell you what, I'll let you decide where. Where should I kiss you. And whilst hugging you, I'll gnaw on your slender neck too.
Let's get naked under the moon, the stars can watch too and let the sun get envious. Take off all your clothes, all of them and straddle me. I miss being inside you. I miss being in your head, your slowly rotting away brain. I miss eating it, the bites I took of you. I miss eating you. Eating your gray matter and all the other delicious parts as well.
Why are you looking at me like that, hunger making you smile that smile of yours, get off me-
Why are you smiling like that? This is not fiction. Speculative or otherwise. We must kiss and burn off our lips. Tell you what, I'll let you decide where. Where should I kiss you. And whilst hugging you, I'll gnaw on your slender neck too.
Let's get naked under the moon, the stars can watch too and let the sun get envious. Take off all your clothes, all of them and straddle me. I miss being inside you. I miss being in your head, your slowly rotting away brain. I miss eating it, the bites I took of you. I miss eating you. Eating your gray matter and all the other delicious parts as well.
Why are you looking at me like that, hunger making you smile that smile of yours, get off me-
Passenger
A year, not a place. Let's meet there, in the quiet shade of that umbrage.
Trees or not, better than waiting at the station for something that's not coming.
Cool, iced drinks in hands, but no rolling hills tumbling toward us like elephants.
Trees or not, better than waiting at the station for something that's not coming.
Cool, iced drinks in hands, but no rolling hills tumbling toward us like elephants.
