And I finally had some time to read one of your many fine stories. Thank you. I hope you'll never run out of all those wonderful words inside of you that wants to tell stories :-)
This one moved like a dream I didn’t realize I’d had until halfway through reading it.
The idea that the light returned — once, quietly, with no one to shake your shoulder — feels like a visitation not from the past, but from memory itself. A soft insistence that something once deeply felt was real. And that maybe it still is.
Beautiful, beyond explanation. The letter writer’s tone —toward the reader and toward the benign presence — was affectionate which made it a pleasure to read.
Beautiful, beautiful story, Silvio. You touch and hint upon something unknown without yourself being intrusive upon its possible presence. This is my favourite kind of supernatural.
"Whatever that thing was, it didn’t produce the smallest hint of fear in us. It felt as if something had come to visit us from somewhere, doing all it could to make us feel at ease, to not appear intrusive." -- Just one of the many fine moments. The line that Kimberly quotes also being one of my favourite. The idea that a smell or scent can be blueish makes me smile so much.
As always, you capture the essence of what I want to convey, Nathan. I keep thinking we’re sort of writing twins lol. “You touch and hint upon something unknown without yourself being intrusive upon its possible presence” -- perfectly put. This is what I like best, whenever I manage to do it.
PS: I see you changed your avatar. That’s the cover of 2666! Glorious!
Definitely writing twins. ;) I've thought that for a long time now.
And yes, time for me to go into hiding for a bit as semester has commenced. Highly unlikely any of my students find me, and even if they did it's not like it'd be a big issue, but I'd still rather keep this separate.
I totally understand. Well, I hope going stealth will at least facilitate things a little for you as the semester starts. And about the writing twins, I’d love to write something together one day. A small piece will do. No hurry, just throwing the idea out there. :)
It’s such a delight to read your pieces. I still have dreams about the house I grew up in. Those memories are irreplaceable. Selling a long-held family house marks the end of an era….
Thank you much, Jisoo. Yes, it’s one of those life pivotal points that bring with them a whole lot of other changes, visible and invisible. But the memories remain.
And I finally had some time to read one of your many fine stories. Thank you. I hope you'll never run out of all those wonderful words inside of you that wants to tell stories :-)
I hope that someday there is a bound collection in print of all of these. They are such a wonder.
When I get to #100, if I ever get there, maybe :) Who knows.
So kind of you, Mike. Thank you so much!
I feel sure we've talked before about the possibility that ghosts might be (must be) visiting with good intentions as often as with bad. 👻
I think we did, you’re right. This is a biggie for me. Always been. Back when I wrote only about real stuff (meaning: stuff really happened to me), I put out a story that incorporated a lot of that. Hope you don’t mind my linking it below. https://silviocastelletti.substack.com/p/voices-from-somewhere?utm_source=publication-search
Oh I loved that, Silvio - I'm tempted to give it a try...
Thank you so much, Troy! I’m sure something interesting will happen. :)
Your scent described as “Something blueish, sweet and ethereal” made me pause with delight, reaching into my own imagination to embody its fragrance.
Thank you so much, Kimberly! I kind of knew you could like that one. :) So glad you did!
I have seen what you speak of, it is as powerful as it is benign.
One of those things I cannot stop thinking about.
This one moved like a dream I didn’t realize I’d had until halfway through reading it.
The idea that the light returned — once, quietly, with no one to shake your shoulder — feels like a visitation not from the past, but from memory itself. A soft insistence that something once deeply felt was real. And that maybe it still is.
Thank you! Really, much appreciated. :)
Beautiful, beyond explanation. The letter writer’s tone —toward the reader and toward the benign presence — was affectionate which made it a pleasure to read.
Thank you so much, Stephanie! I’m glad you liked it. :)
Beautiful, beautiful story, Silvio. You touch and hint upon something unknown without yourself being intrusive upon its possible presence. This is my favourite kind of supernatural.
"Whatever that thing was, it didn’t produce the smallest hint of fear in us. It felt as if something had come to visit us from somewhere, doing all it could to make us feel at ease, to not appear intrusive." -- Just one of the many fine moments. The line that Kimberly quotes also being one of my favourite. The idea that a smell or scent can be blueish makes me smile so much.
As always, you capture the essence of what I want to convey, Nathan. I keep thinking we’re sort of writing twins lol. “You touch and hint upon something unknown without yourself being intrusive upon its possible presence” -- perfectly put. This is what I like best, whenever I manage to do it.
PS: I see you changed your avatar. That’s the cover of 2666! Glorious!
Definitely writing twins. ;) I've thought that for a long time now.
And yes, time for me to go into hiding for a bit as semester has commenced. Highly unlikely any of my students find me, and even if they did it's not like it'd be a big issue, but I'd still rather keep this separate.
I totally understand. Well, I hope going stealth will at least facilitate things a little for you as the semester starts. And about the writing twins, I’d love to write something together one day. A small piece will do. No hurry, just throwing the idea out there. :)
Me too. Perhaps once this semester is over (start of June) we could find time for that. I’d really enjoy it.
We’ll talk when time allows. :)
Waking dreams? Memories charged with the iconic eerie feelings that grow, not dim, as time passes?
Who knows, Jill. I quit trying to give it a definition or an explanation so long ago. But I’m kind of happy it manifested itself.
It’s such a delight to read your pieces. I still have dreams about the house I grew up in. Those memories are irreplaceable. Selling a long-held family house marks the end of an era….
Thank you much, Jisoo. Yes, it’s one of those life pivotal points that bring with them a whole lot of other changes, visible and invisible. But the memories remain.