a face in the clouds.

Melbourne, Victoria
Seen August 11th, 2018
Posted July 29th, 2010
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12.2 Years
I decided i'd have a little go at some shorts after reading House of Leaves, which I recommend to everyone because it is that interesting :)

Note: The writing is deliberately being skewed around, to highlight the effects of the main character. Paragraphs are broken up, with mixed narrative, alternate stories and discussions purposely in order to give a wierd feeling about the story.

Note: Considering this is my first attempt at writing something, constructive criticism, even harsh criticism would be appreciated.


• a face in the cloud, no trace in the crowd.

August 9, 1993.

Eugen was doing the ordinary as he always would, he had just finished arguing with his mother about leaving the heater on in his room while he was in the shower, saying he likes a warm room before he goes to bed. As usual, his mother would disagree without a reason, probably knowing she had no reason to. Eugen, as usual finished his shower and was getting dressed, brushing his teeth, preparing to go to bed. A routine check of his face in the mirror to see if he had any pimples would follow, but this time, he looked closer into the mirror, deep into his eyes... and screamed.

July 27, 1999.

Ordinary would be the last word that would cross Eugen's mind, he knew he was in a state of paranoia, he knew it very clearly. Every day was another scary process, darkness shrouded every corner causing spontaneous twitches every other minute. But it was that one incident that shook Eugen the most, and his whole family to be precise. But to date, Eugen cannot recall what happened, and his parents do not wish to tell him the way they found him, he was left to ponder that in those brief moments when he knew he was safe, those were rare occasions. Eugen only felt safe in a few places, his closet and any other closet for that matter, he felt safe their because simple, he knew nothing could come out of it if he was in there, what was on the other side he didn't want to think about though. Eugen had woken up at 6:30 that morning, and had not realized hours had passed since he rushed into his closet, hearing his mothers footsteps coming up those god forsaken steps, he rushed to try and make something productive of himself.
His mother opened the door, and without hesitation shrieked "Eugen, you have school today, get dressed..."
"Yes mother..." Eugen's reply was loft hearted to say the least.
Eugen had not heard his mothers discouragement, or any of her discouragement to date, that was a fact. And luckily, he had not heard it this instance as well, when she was walking down those stairs...
"Blasted kid." she mumbled.

That day at school was again ordinary, in the eyes of Eugen, but his eyes were the last thing that were normal. Each second they would flicker from space to space, for what reason Eugen would have no clue of, his eyes were moving completely involuntary, it was confusing his brain. Each second he sat down at those tables was another second wasted to something imaginary, to him though, he never had anything imaginary in his head, friends were a thing of the past in his condition. He was stuck in the middle of his Literature class, a class he had chosen out of pure curiousity, but there were more curious things floating around Eugen's head. His eyes made yet another flicker, except this time it pained him to see through them, he quickly covered his left eye with his palm, unaware of what that eye had seen, his eyes were detached from his brains nervous system, not physically, but rather psychologically. When he opened his eyes, he stared straight ahead, this time, in full control. What he had seen to this day no one knows... but again, he screamed.

Eugen was a proud student, he never complained or for that fact overestimated himself in school. Openly discussing his theories about, well, what he thought. To him, light, sound, the mind, were all topics that crossed his head all through the day, to describe it best, it was, nonsense, distraught, constant bickering, useless information, superficial, the list of words could go on. He had believed sound was vision, and vision was sound, but where did the mind fit into all of this? His mind had no control over anything, Eugen's whole body acted by itself, unconscious feelings and behaviours that took control of his day to day routine. He had no say.
His mother had no say.
His dead father had no say.
The world had no say.
This paragraph is about as useless as the nonsense, distraught, constant bickering, useless information, superficial stuff that Eugen went through every day.
But for god knows why, we can't stop either.
One day maybe, I will scream.

dragging himself, forw
ard again, the pain has
still not diminished. E
ventually though, he e
merges inside a v
ery large room w

here everything about

the house