Pierrot & Columbine (The Pierrot´s Love Series)

By Ana Claudia Antunes

Anne, a teenage girl who dreams of being a dancer suffers an obsession and becomes haunted by a ghost of a ballerina in the nineteenth century, who prefers to be called Tata, and who, like a rat, appears out of nowhere and goes beyond, literally, in a blink of an eye, twerking, trolling and twisting facts and factions, and who insists into contacting her in every possible way (even by cell phone and text messages) to tell her story. So she decides to write her story in the form of a play giving vent to her artistic vein, before the ghost dancer make her wiah to cutting the veins of them both, tormenting her from head to toe. As it were not enough many tangles and so many caveats and ties to be untied sneakers, here comes another ghost that looks like it came to torment her too. Giovanni, boyfriend and possible serial killer, and that also seems to have a deep relationship with the teenager proves to be helpful and kind to her, but everything seems to be just a clever way to conquer her world to dominate her and make she do everything he tells her to do, to insert her in their midst to be involved in the same case. Then he begins to tell the story from his point of view. Having two versions, in which one is she going to believe? And as she finishes her own story, will she be able to convey? She hopes to resolve the issue as soon as possible, before they devour or engage her further in a tangle of misunderstandings. Or she will start to disbelieve her own ears and lose herself in the path of her own acquittal tied into an emotional imbalance that at first reveals a tough ancestor line to tread. For this she will need all her courage thus find heroin in her veins, to be able to go face her faith... Or her dreadful fate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ana Claudia Antunes
• Release date: Nov 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781633397217

Book preview

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Dedicated to those who believe in their dreams,

making them all shine through a dazzling beam.

For life is just a dream inside another dream...

Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.

(T.E. Lawrence)

This book is part of the series The Pierrot´s Love with four books to be enjoyed, in a chronological sequence:

Pierrot and Columbine (Book 1)

The Phantom of the Ballet (Book 2)

Harlequin (Book 3)

Diary of a Columbine (Book 4)

Anne, a teenage girl who dreams of being a dancer suffers an obsession and becomes haunted by a ghost of a ballerina in the nineteenth century, who prefers to be called Tata, and who, like a rat, appears out of nowhere and goes beyond, literally, in a blink of an eye, twerking, trolling and twisting facts and factions, and who insists into contacting her in every possible way (even by cell phone and text messages) to tell her story. So she decides to write her story in the form of a play giving vent to her artistic vein, before the ghost dancer make her wiah to cutting the veins of them both, tormenting her from head to toe. As it were not enough many tangles and so many caveats and ties to be untied sneakers, here comes another ghost that looks like it came to torment her too. Giovanni, boyfriend and possible serial killer, and that also seems to have a deep relationship with the teenager proves to be helpful and kind to her, but everything seems to be just a clever way to conquer her world to dominate her and make she do everything he tells her to do, to insert her in their midst to be involved in the same case. Then he begins to tell the story from his point of view. Having two versions, in which one is she going to believe? And as she finishes her own story, will she be able to convey? She hopes to resolve the issue as soon as possible, before they devour or engage her further in a tangle of misunderstandings. Or she will start to disbelieve her own ears and lose herself in the path of her own acquittal tied into an emotional imbalance that at first reveals a tough ancestor line to tread. For this she will need all her courage thus find heroin in her veins, to be able to go face her faith... Or her dreadful fate.

ACT 1

A Dream Inside a Dream

It was as if she danced with her fingers on the keyboard which gave her such a pleasure that she kept typing words without hesitation. Tipping her fingers over the board it was like swimming for her, as if she was dancing in the Swan lake with no swaying. She was not there to shillyshally anyway. Since that man came to visit her  so mysteriously as he disappeared, she couldn't falter in her own instincts. She had to write her story, his story, their story.

Anne started to type in the computer the same afternoon. His face was pale, he looked more like a buffoon in an old movie, she wrote. The words came easily, a flowing river of emotions pouring down in her fingers and popping out in the screen.  But she had to come up with a title.

All is Vanity, she said to herself. Then she searched on the internet to see if that name was available. It was not. There was another author who had the same idea as hers.

Oh well, she sighed, after all, there is no originality when everything seems already invented. She put both hands over her head and thought for a moment. She then wrote with only one hand, while she