Agonizing Nights #short prose #flash fiction

A whole week.

Seven agonizing nights; seven suffocating nights rushing over me, parching my soul with their torrid breezes.
Myriads of mosquitoes murmuring in the dark, looking for prey: my own flesh, my own blood.
Nights extending their heavy tentacles over the city, strangling it as a venomous octopus; abandoning it at sunrise lacking vigor, emptied of hopes, filled with trash.

Glued to my heated body, lace and silk soaked in perspiration. I am looking out of the window. I can’t see you.

In this city clocks have no hands, years have no months, months have no days. Β Outside of time, the city is innocent, perverse, philosophical, suicidal.

Shadows of your eyes; fragments of your voice hidden inside me.Β 


Excerpt from the manuscript Glass LoversΒ 



80 thoughts on “Agonizing Nights #short prose #flash fiction

    1. Oh, I am so humbled by your words and by the way you feel about my writings! That is the highest compliment that anybody paid me. Thank you so much! I hope you know the feeling is mutual. The beauty of your poetry is incredible. Your writings are fantastic, Yassy! Thank you again!

  1. One of the best in the genre short prose, a piece I’ve read. The images, suggestions, impudence and expectation are “painted” with the fine brush of a great master. 7 days, seven movies with one title.
    Thanks for the incredible pleasure!

    1. Oh, thank you for such a wonderful compliment. Do I get a poem as a prize ? πŸ™‚ Thank you again!

    1. Thank you so much for commenting and for your kind words! As for the place, well, sometimes it is what we make of it πŸ™‚ Thank you again!

      1. True. The mosquito part made me laugh a bit though. I hate it when you’re just dozing off, and you suddenly hear that sound. I remember squishing one once with my bare fingers. I think it was one of the best moments of my life!

      2. Haha! I hate that too! Actually I do not know anybody who loves that. πŸ™‚ Can I call this writing “A crusade against mosquitoes? πŸ™‚

      3. I’m wondering whether to write one myself lol. Do you do collaborations or is it just solo work? If it’s the former you write yours, and I’m pretty sure I won’t get sleep because of one, and I’ll wake up and write one myself!

      4. lol. I am thinking about collaborations. I tried once and it did not work. But who knows? I think people need to understand each other very well before they start collaborating. That’s what I learned.

      5. Well. I did do collaborations when I was famous and cooler here, years ago! The thing about them is the style really. If the style of writing matches, then it works. Otherwise a different technique would be to separate it into paragraphs and make it like a conversation. These are just my ideas though. But yeah sometimes they end up not working.

      6. You’re right, It’s style, but it’s also a meeting of the minds. Do you do collaborations? I mean presently.

  2. The great master loves to joke. I have nothing worthy of her work. Still, I will look seriously. Please be excused for this poem.

    is another night.
    Of the fingers,
    of the silent stars that
    are dying out.
    by one.
    Of the primordial waters,
    the words are uttered.
    That is another night,
    where we know each other
    and we are.
    The fingers.

    One hand
    someone is holding out to us.

    1. That is indeed a beautiful poem (primordial waters). Very gracious of you. Thank you. “Night, when words fade and things come alive.” Antoine de Saint- Exupery , Flight to Arras.

      1. ah, the wonderful author is too gracious to my poetry. and as always insightful. Respect. I do not think she should write in any other way except in her own, delightful style. Always welcome!

  3. What fabulous imagery! I could really picturise the tentacles of night like a dark smog, creeping over the remainder of the sunlight. Amazing! And is glass covers your upcoming book?

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, Pradita! Hopefully it will be a book sooner, rather than later. I am working on it!

    1. Thank you so much, my dear. Your comment makes my evening. Sending you plenty of good thoughts πŸ€—πŸŒΈπŸŒΏ

      1. I can’t quite find the words to express my feelings of your writing. It is so evocative and has such depth. I’ll find these words one day… sending you lots of good thoughts too!! πŸ’›πŸŒΈ

      2. And I cannot find the way to express my gratitude to you. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart πŸ™‚

    1. My most sincere thanks, my dear Nina. I am thrilled you enjoyed the piece.
      Have a fabulous week!

    1. Thank you so much, Bojana. Your comment means a lot to me.
      I can’t sleep, so I took the time to request your permission again. I hope I get it 😊

      1. Thank you.! I will visit soon. Tonight my sleeping pills don’t seem to work either 😊

      1. Thank you for saying that. I am sure glad you are back. I just read your new piece. Excellent work. Very powerful.

      2. You are welcome πŸ™‚ I am definitely following your page. I have to check the notifications. Maybe that’s the problem.

    1. Thank you for your comment, my dear friend. Once in, you can’t run away from that city. Just don’t go there ever 😊

      1. Most welcome,my dear friend my sympathise,dear G!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment, my dear. I really appreciate your support. Sending you lots of love!

  4. This is amazing, dear G! 😊❀️ The place is terrible but you made it bearable with your beautiful imagery. I wonder why I missed this piece. Oh, my!


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