In My Not-So-Humble Opinion

Jack really liked Naomi. If it wasn't for her bright smile, for her freckles and ginger hair, for two tiny holes on her cheeks when she smiled, maybe he wouldn't like her that much.Or maybe he would, you can't really order yourself into liking or disliking someone. Feelings are not created nor destroyed by a push of a button. "Jack. Are you even listening to me?", Naomi said. "Of course I am, don't be silly", Jack replied. "Oh really? And what was I saying then?", she asked, and just as Jack was about to blunter out some educated guess about what she might have been talking about, Naomi's phone rang."Saved by the bell,huh?", she pointed towards him with her phone, and answered the call. "And maybe if there was no jealous, abusive husband, I might even stand a chance", he thought. The world just got a bit gloomier.He coiled his hands around the warm cup of coffee in front of him,cause although the sun was high, makin...

At some point in time, in a city built under a steep hill, during an easy-going night, a young man was walking through the empty-ish streets of the old part of the town. It was just him and the old benches in the middle of the road, keeping him company, and yet at the same time reminding him of something. Distracted by the steady hiss of the wind and a group of noisy teenagers somewhere in the distance, he was trying to remember what it was, but he couldn't. "Oh well", he thought,"it will probably come back to me. Just not now". The small shops in the old part of the city, typical for the architecture of the old Ottoman empire, were passing by, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, but still so familiar. After all, he passed by them so many times. However, just as he passed around a street corner, he made a step back,"Oops, wait. I've never seen this here before". A dim light was shining through the windows of a house not bigger then a small garage, and a boa...