The Absurd Narratives

By Hermione Papathanasiou

To be human is too hard at times. Yet here we are, on earth, human beings. In the dark and in the light we walk, run, stumble, fall...Pain, joy, defeat, success, love and hate...Trauma, ecstasy...Always veering to the sides...hardly ever in a straight line...And you know what? It is as it was meant to be. Life full of joy and love and success...Life full of pain, suffering and defeat...You must wash up on both shores...you cannot avoid it...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermione Papathanasiou
• Release date: Sep 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215441688

Hermione Papathanasiou

My primary goal is to raise awareness through my writing on the hierarchy of worth that has crippled humanity from the beginning of time. Not equality necessarily, but dignity for all.  I have a B.A. in English, from the University of Toronto and an M.A. in  Psychology from York University 

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Absurd Narratives

...Hermione Papathanasiou...

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Books by ...Hermione...

When Repentance Is Not Enough...

Isaiah Sabraun

Megiddo Trilogy

Book I

When Atonement Cannot Restore...

Nikolai Mizrahi

Megiddo Trilogy

Book II

Part 1 and Part 2

Ambiguity Remains...

Andrei Romanoff

Megiddo Trilogy

Book III

Contents

Suitcase

The mirror

The light

Remake

Soul Mosaic

Normal?

Aggression

Regardless

Crossroad

Screw the risk

Lesson the day

The Demon’s toothache

Recurring nightmare

A tune I heard

Burlesque

Leap of faith

Quietly

I create and I destroy

Masks

Speak slowly

The sword

Just for tonight

Feeder fish

Who am I?

Cannibalism in the Grail

Dead but presentable

Colours

Honeymoon

Disguises

You thought wrong

The imposter

The African

The stairway to heaven

I am...

Make it glamorous

The cycles

Burn it all down

Triggers

I learned to be this way from you

Anti Life

Home sweet home

Forget him

Stale meat

The wall

Primal fear

Angels and Demons

My tribe

Such pretty souls

It’s all your fault

Personality Disorder

Being human is hard

Yummy...Now I’m sick

Perhaps

Master hunters

Schizophrenia

The sack

Moment to moment

Ideal requirements

Who he was to her

I’m not a fking freak

You little shit

The Refugee

Black in America

Human all too human

The wolf in the man

Chopped off head

Gratitude burnout

I can’t even get me

I’m too special

A mess

Panic attack

The sniper

Narcissist

Death Sentence

Cinderella

Lick your wounds

Psychotic me

The demon’s spider

Success sabotage

The Guardian

Broken off pieces of me

Sew me back together again

Crawl

A thousand years

The alleyway

My demon said

Dreams and reality

Saviours’ Blood

Serving two masters

Sick of you all

Ashes and bones

Pray for me

Worthless

I want chaos

Weirdo

The repentant soldier

The viper

At seventeen

The man in the mirror

The final pain

Detachment

Liars

The balloon

The mangled body

Decay

Magic bottles

I want nothing more to do with you

Extremes

I had to kill him

Beautiful objects

A devouring monster

War in me

Fear

Crawling

Wading through the sewer

Drawn to what I hate

Throw the switch

Bitches and fkers

Reborn

I’m going to kill you

It’s safe come out

Dues

Chains

My Muse depression 

Suitcase

With a suitcase in my hand, I find myself again.

Hitch a ride, take a train, fly...no.

I'm going to walk this time. I'm not running away.

Not this time.

I thought it would all work out, and for the world to see, it did.

Fancy car, beautiful house and a career going higher and higher. My beautiful wife, a family we planned.

But no matter how much I tried, a void kept getting wider and wider in me.

I was there with all of you yet invisible I felt.

And all you wonderful, sophisticated people, kept reminding me of a hall of mirrors, a terrible echo chamber, a merciless script...I don't know why that was.

We drank and went on great vacations, we ate well, we talked about world affairs...so why did I feel so empty inside?

Suitcase in hand, long ago, I flew so fast to join you.

But you see, it was then that I was escaping, running away.

This time, suitcase in hand, I'm returning...to where, I'm not sure yet.

But I know that walking down this road, I'm going to catch up with the authentic me, however long it takes.

The Mirror

Hello. I'm glad you're here. You brought your mirror, good! Don't worry, I won't expose what you're desperate to hide. Upon burnt soil what can take root anyway? So many standards you fought to attain. So many lies and betrayals you kept hidden away. So much love thrown back in your face...who could blame you, for wanting nothing at all?

Not enough, you kept hearing.

Ruins and pain, wrap yourself in a shroud, maybe they'll all go away. Hunted from your own mind and body and then, you had to deal with the hunters out there. Hide, disguise, retreat...what other options did you have?

Yet the mirror puzzles you, it's with you always. What's in there? Love? Ashes reflecting love, how ludicrous is that?

What if I told you, it's not ludicrous at all?

What if I told you, that dreams are eternal and ashes cannot frighten them? What if, from pain you could create a new map for the soul, one that's resilient to hunters? What if love didn't need reciprocation and could grow on its own? What if, you could stir those ashes and still find you desire? Now look in the mirror, underneath the pain, the truth is calling out to you.

The leap of faith where those what ifs are yours for the taking.

The Light

‘How did the light get through?

The lid...it's reinforced steel, under a layer of concrete. Why did you follow me down here? You are dead to me, I'm done...I made that clear to you. Beyond pain and tears...beyond happiness even...I cannot be reached anymore.

‘ I no longer can feel.’

The young girl threw her head back and smiled. ‘For them you retreated back to your lair. Wounded, yet not a cry could be heard. You hide so well in both the light and the dark. And yet...I found you...as I always have and will...’

‘Why? I want nothing any more. I desire no more. I killed you with my own hands...your last breath upon the black smoke I left to choke.’

‘I am not them. I am the Mystery, safeguarded in each soul. I cannot be killed or wounded...I am the essence of you...and I will always seek renewal...’

‘I will not return to abandonment above. I have here in my lair, more abandonment than they can ever throw at me. Enough!’

‘So be it then...the light I am will remain here with you. You and I...the soul we are...knows nothing of death nor abandonment...only love beyond the world above, beyond the darkness you crave...love for all you are...will remain.’

Remake

You don't want things to be messy, complicated, unpredictable anymore.

You want certainty, you want security. You want to white out all you did, said, were.

All they did to you.

But then you'd have to get rid of all mirrors and all that reflects you.

Your body though will continue to bear the imprint of all that happened to you. That