Castle In The Sky – Short Story

Castles in the Sky- Short Story

Castle In The Sky – Short Story

Dedication to the lost inspiration.

Recently, my inspiration went dry and I decided to re-read my stories on Wattpad. There was a secret place in my heart that  wandered around the social writing platform and is called: “Imaginary Romance Online at 9 PM.”

The series is dedicated to romances that didn’t happen for many reasons. I have met many people online and some of my past loves were in between the lines of stories. It’s shocking how many people run away by love by choice and without trying to make it happen.

It’s a great experience to write about love because these stories are beautiful. Sometimes people want to escape reality and look for hope elsewhere, as I do.

As per today’s confession, I will tell another “Imaginary Romance Online Story at 9 PM,” about which I was inspired by “Castles In The Sky” by Ian Van Dhal. And next time, who knows? I may present a drawing about it since I got serious about drawing with colored pencils.

So, here I  go again in my written, imaginary and romantic world.

Dana woke up. She stood up and made a coffee. Costa coffee was her favorite, but recently she mixed up other tastes. As usual, she went up with the coffee cup on the terrace, listening to the seagulls /in Bulgaria they are called Glaruses/, because there weren’t many other birds.

The terrace wasn’t washed as usual because Dana cleaned it on Sunday. The woman sat with her phone on a chair, putting her coffee cup on the terrace’s edge. It was thick and wide enough to put a chalice on it.

Still in her pajama and with a robe on it, she started to draw in the air with her fingertips. She drew a castle in the air. Dana had a great imagination and immediately saw it through her creative eyes into her mind. It was white, fluffy, too high, and guarded well enough for nobody to enter it.

“Do you ever see in your dreams? All the castles in the sky?” thought Dana.

A few tears dropped from her eyes on her fingers. The woman left them dry and checked her astrology horoscopes. The astrologers didn’t write the answers to her questions. As usual, many written lies started to delusion Dana’s mind.  These words pointed out that she will find many things. Dana had read every horoscope lie in the last two years. Of course, she didn’t believe them and started to drink her coffee. While listening to healing music.

The phone rang. It was Layla who checked Dana every three months.

“Lovely business lady, what are you doing?”Layla asked cheerfully.

“Drinking my first coffee for the day,” replied Dana.

”You sound sad, my love. Are you with a broken heart again?” directly asked Layla.

“Yes. I will not lie to you. I am damned torn inside out because of that man,” Dana almost started crying.

“Did I tell you to stop chasing him? It’s not pretty for a woman to go after a man. He becomes uninterested in most cases or runs away because he can’t share your feelings at the moment or in general,” Layla nagged.

“Please do not tell that again. I am well aware, but I started to love him.” nodded Dana.

“Damn! You slept with him only one night. Stop investing feelings in one-night stands. They look only for that time and stop caring for you immediately after or in a short time. Use your vibrator, my girl. It hurts less. Or if you can’t take it anymore, pay to a gigolo because things are clear then,” Layla’s voice was caring.

“I know, but I still need to earn more money for a gigolo. I wanted to have a serious relationship with him, even if the cost was doing sex sooner,” cried Dana.

“Nah, my girl, you’re so naive. If a man wants you, he will not jump immediately to bed with you. See, he saw you as a lonely and thirsty-for-sex woman. Of course, he will come to you with a clear head that it’s for a single night. That man thinks you want that too. Only one passionate time.” continued Layla.

“You’re right, but I thought that time will be different,” answered Dana.

“My dear, you are building a castle in your head’s sky. It’s way up high for someone unserious for you to climb it. Only dedicated men in love with you will go up that sky to come to you and break the walls of the well-defended place in your heart. You haven’t met them yet, because you see only in your mind, not before your eyes. Creating illusions for somebody and overanalyzing his actions or inactions brings no good,” explained Layla.

“I thought he is serious. He gave me signals and I wanted to believe that man is “The One,” stopped Dana.

“Even if he is, now is not the time. You gave yourself without dignity, believing a miracle will happen. He may be loved you for a moment or two, but in general, he saw you as an easy woman unfit for a serious commitment. But that man didn’t look for commitment, but fun,” Layla told the harsh truth.

“It’s true his signals were mixed. I wanted to believe he wants me for who I am,” spoke Dana slowly.

“Did he ask you about your hobbies and interests, or your talk was for general topics?” asked Layla.

“We spoke about many various topics, but not specifically about my personality,” replied Dana.

“You got your answer. When a man didn’t ask you specifically for your personality, he is not interested in you as a person, but only as a sexual object,” concluded Layla.

“I believe you’re right, dear. But should I try to contact him and speak about friendship at least? I don’t want to lose him and ruin everything we had for that night,” spoke Dana.

“No! Cut ties with him. You had only one night “forever” and started nothing.  Heal your painful wounds with tears, writing, and escaping reality through music or distracting your thoughts for him You should move on. That brokenness shall pass,” told Layla wisely.

“But I am torn inside out and my heart hurts like I am dying!” cried again Dana.

“It’s better to die and rise than stay dead in an illusionary world as you have read in Ann Rice’s book about Mayfaer’s Witches,” said Layla firmly.

“I love Ann Rice’s demon Lasher but he thought only for himself while his lover died physically,” remembered Dana.

“You’re the same! Come back to your physical body and look for a man who will stay forever by your side outside your illusionary castle in the sky,” reminded Layla.

“You’re right, my dear. I will cry enough, drink wine, and write about my male characters until I heal. Thank you!” – said Dana to her friend

“Bye, love. Be smarter the next three months and keep your legs closed for random dudes,” – laughed Layla.

“Sure!” Dana’s face became red.

Her coffee almost got cold. She stopped reading the astrological horoscopes. When she drank up her coffee, she went inside her home and started to draw a castle on paper. Maybe when she finishes it, she will forget the past pain of the numerous no love.

It’s almost always painful to be an artist. The muse is usually hurt feelings. But the darkest hours create the brightest legends.


The story is the sequel of  Business Flirt – Short Story.

A long time ago, I started a small collection of daily short thoughts. At first, I called it “Short daily thoughts,” which contained up to one sentence daily. The beginning of that was the moment I played “Dragon Raja” on my phone and had a Discord group when an interesting player gave the rules for that one-sentence game.

For easy use, I renamed the game to “Mori Monologues” and wrote thoughts for many days.

After I stopped the sentence collection, came the decision to my recent poetry book, named: “Memento Mori, “which I should pay for to be published on paper. That will happen at a later date and when I save enough money.

It’s an undoubtful fact that publishing on paper, as coin collecting, is a luxury hobby. Still, I love writing and reading about unusual things.

Recently I have the will to give a rebirth with that story to my “Imaginary Romance Online at 9 PM, ” which also started when I played the beautiful game “Dragon Raja”. It’s a great virtual world with many love stories untold between players who are humans in various situations. The game’s story is unique and based on a popular Chinese novel.

I do not play games anymore – nor online, or offline. I have no time for amusing myself or the players. Here I should point out that with my prideful and sometimes arrogant directness, people get what they see with me or what they do to me.

Thank you for reading. Do we build Castles in the sky? Are the castles way up high?



So That Is – Short Story

So That Is - Short Story

So That Is – Short Story


Dedicated to Virtual Breakups.

“So, that is what the breakup looks like” – Valery said sadly to herself.

“Yes, my dear friend. It always hurt before the new roads,” said Vivian, hanging up the phone – I come to you tonight.

It had been a long way to come to this story’s end.

Some people like Valery have not experienced a breakup for the single reason that they always were rejected.

The memories of his last words before the parting of their ways still echoed in her head.

Six months earlier.

“Hey, pretty, hello, do you want to be my game partner?” – a message popped up

“Well,” -Valery was hit in the head by a surprise – “It would be good.”

“If you do not want it, no problem for me,” smiled the boy on the screen.

“I do, but why?” she was surprised.

“How come why? Because you look pretty in this game!”, the flirt continued.

“You’re bold. I like you!” told the girl to the unknown boy

“Well, it seems you do not want, to see you!” the game character moved away.

“It is not like that, but we have no points for this yet.” Valery tried to explain.

“Are you sure?” a grinning emoji showed up.

At the same time, a message popped up. An anonymous player sent you romance arrows. The points between those two grew up fast.

“Wow, you are amazing!”- said surprised Valery- “But may I know your name?”

“It’s Blue. I want it that way. Everything between us will stay here, in-game,” told the player.

“But then why?” the girl did not know what to say.

“We will talk later, beautiful I need to go now!”, the mysterious person went offline.

That was the beginning of many weird happenings between Valery and Blue.

Starting the day was good, and both gamers played some time together. It was great until she met another player and got attached to him.

 Slowly, Valery forgot Blue.  Their relationship stopped going forward. The boy wasn’t online often and between different periods.

Four months ago.

Both players went on separate game roads. Sometimes they talked about different things. Valery bought up most of the topics. They were connected to her.

Blue always stood calm by her game character. He listened to her without understanding much. The man tried to make Valery smile and succeeded.

Valery fell for him, but she was loyal to her current game partner.

Three months ago.

Time went by. Blue and Valery talked rarely.

One night, he was drunk. Blue joined in the game and they talked together while watching the beautiful graphics.

Slowly, they began to write naughty things that led them to deeper sexual and virtual connections. The tension between them could hardly be explained in words. They couldn’t resist each other.

 After that night, everything changed. Blue ignored Valery.

The girl wondered if she looked like an easy woman or if he was feeling weird and ashamed.

The truth stays uncovered yet.

After some more time, Valery left the game. She felt lonely and her friends did not play anymore.

Blue still did not say a word about what happened between them. She thought he took her for fun. That hurt her, like many other events.

The current and unclear situation made her quit fast at the place where she felt pain.

Two months ago.

After a long break, Valery decided to join the game again.

“New places and meetings,” she thought. The girl was happily playing, with a different player name, when she saw a beautiful male character.

“Hello, do you want us to play together? ” asked the boy.

“Yes, why not? Let’s go!” said happily the girl.

Both players were happy.

One day they joyfully chatted when both players found they knew themselves from the last game they were in.

“Oh, my god! Is that you, Blue?”

The happy coincidence made both game personalities smile.

“Yes, we are good old friends, Valery.” said indifferently Blue.

This time they began a new like a game couple. It was a happy meeting, but Valery began to want more of that relationship.

In her head, many questions appeared, but she did not ask them. Valery did not want to lose Blue again. She started to misunderstand virtual reality and real life because of her pain inside. It was good to live in a game where there are no challenges and broken hearts.

Blue always said that she was a good friend of his. The girl never asked what the night they had before meant to him. She feared losing him forever.

One month ago.

As time went by, Valery wanted more from Blue. She became obsessive and in a stalker-like state. The girl knew that was not good, but her emotion of miss and uncertainty made her look like a crazy woman.

On top of that, Valery became also dramatic.

Blue never said anything other than he understands not well English and started to ignore her. They did not play together anymore.

The girl’s patience went blank. Her emotions toward him suffocated her. The ignorance and coldness she felt from him made her act vile and ignorant.

He did that on purpose to not break her heart and to open her eyes to the truth. Blue never loved Valery and never saw her as anything more than a game buddy.

She did not want to see the truth, but her instincts told her it was like this.

Valery became pathetic and stood in silence by his side.

One week ago.

“Hey, I am leaving the game,” told Blue.

“What? Why?” asked Valery.

“I am bored with this game, but I do not have a problem with you,” said calmly Blue.

“But what about us?” asked the girl.

“You are a good friend, and this is not Goodbye,” answered maturely the man.

 “Well, but you plan to leave?” the question was one-sided.

“Yes, for sure.” the serious tone was detected.

“I want to share something with you since you are leaving.” the courage took place in Valery’s words.

“Okay, you always can tell me,” Blue listened, as always.

“Well, it is that I have had romantic feelings for you for a long time.” told the girl.

“But this is just a game,” Blue maybe grinned.

“I know, and I did not finish with the talk,” insisted Valery.

Inconvenient smiling emoji went into the conversation.

After the prolonged monologue, the girl did, Blue sent a short text that he has no problem with her and everything is in her mind.

“You’re a good friend of mine,” – the boy said carefully – “We weren’t lovers before.”

“Okay then, I understand everything,” – Valery was very aggrieved – “I free you from me. See you!”

“Why?” – zoned out Blue when a message for a break of their in-game marriage popped out.

“To free you from me,” said Valery, sad and uncertain.

“Oh My God!” the boy was pissed off.

“See you!” continued the angry girl.

Logging off. That was the worst thing a girl could do. It was dramatic, unmatured, and pitiful.

It was too late to undo it.

One day ago.

Logging in with a burden in her heart, Valery wanted to apologize to Blue at least. He was online, and their in-game bond – was broken by him.

” Why?” zoned out Valery.

“Take care,” answered Blue

“Why did you do this?” the girl almost cried.

“I am leaving here. No need to say more,” a cold and indifferent answer by him.

“I am happy I met you,” continued Valery.

“No one can make you happy,” a sarcastic smile emoji.

“But I acted awful toward you, I am sorry,” Valery tried to excuse herself.

“I do not want to talk anymore,” – stopped her words Blue -“I thank you for everything.”

“I respect your decision and you too.” said the girl.

Silence. It was clear that a clean breakup happened.

“I always will remember you,” finished Valery.

Logging off.

Since then, she never saw him again.

Valery knew she was at fault for this story’s ending.

If she didn’t have expectations, things would never turn out this way.

Feelings put in something that people can’t see or touch, always fade away between the misunderstandings and the non-acquaintance with other’s people language and lifestyles.

The story could be different if she had her emotions under control and did not miss the part when nothing in a virtual world was real.

Blue did the best he could to make the girl not feel pitiful, and he acted like a man who cared about others’ personal feelings maturely.

He may be loved her in his way. But when there are no expressions of someone’s feelings, things go down.

After all, the truth never will be found out.

Blue probably cared for Valery as a friend. Or maybe he loved her but did not have the guts to move toward her, knowing they both will not work out as a couple for various reasons.

“So that is how the breakup looks.” – thought the girl – “I have never been on the side that people broke up with. I did that first. It was a good and painful lesson that I remember always.”

Vivian came running, ringing the bell.

“Come in,” said the girl with tears – “I’ll tell you a story.”

“Okay,” answered the guest – “I bring wine and handkerchiefs.”



In conclusion: Nothing virtual is real. It’s an escape – from friendship to romance. Nobody wants to become seriously committed. That is my reason for not joining online dating sites. People flirt, speak sexually, and ghost others. Even if someone is outstanding, they can not be recognized. The virtual world is like a never-ending ocean filled with more frogs than fish.

However, it’s the future of the dead human hearts. But, until I am alive my try will be to bring back humanity.

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