Rain Op – An End

He packed his bag in the morning. He had just got here yesterday. His wounds were mostly healed but they left him several scars. He checked if there was anything left behind before heading to the airport. He chose CDG for his departure. I didn't know his airline. It was still early morning actually and …

Postman – Requiem Aeternam Dona Eis

As the title suggests, the postman came and delivered a postcard containing a sad news again. Now I don't think the recipient would rush into designated area mentioned in the postcard just to give the last salute. There are times to consider and timing which has to be maintained. Instead of that, he just went …

Rain Op – Doubt

The tower was near. A friend was reported to have an accident which I wasn't aware of. He was fine when saying good bye to me at the airport. I remember him bringing a grey travel bag and a backpack. He said he was going abroad for no more than a week. I knew his …

Rain Op – Prelude

This is a fictional series about a boy who wanders and wonders a lot, and his encounter with several foreign cities and landscapes in his time. The series will be written in English but at some lines there might be foreign expressions. Releases of this series are as follows. Rain Op - 1 Rain Op …

The Postman – Prelude

This is a fictional series of postman and his encounters with human being. Based on natural work of the postman, daily conversation which almost never takes place, and some parts of daily life which might be a reality, this series will be composed. Any correlation with facts is possible. The series will be written in English …

The Postman – A Celebration

He came again in the morning and, as always, he didn't ring his bell on his bicycle. He opened the fence and knocked on my door again. When I opened the door, he was standing there offering an envelope, a small one. He said congratulation and then I asked him what it was for. He …

The Postman – White Papers

He knocked my door one day. He said I got a package filled with pictures and an invitation. I asked him where it came from. He didn't respond. I am only a postman. He said. I thought it would be you who would open the envelope and see who sent you this.  I smirked. I …

Rain Op – 6

What was on his mind? No one knew. The only thing happened back then was that he had been running for hours. No one knew how he got that stamina. Autumn was almost over and his breath was practically a fog. Inside his right pocket was a picture with which he ran through the city …

Rain Op – 5

It was raining again. It was night like any other when public transportation had ceased its operation. A plane had landed earlier. Time was at 0300 for the plane was at 0230. The immigration office was quick. I saw him walking out from the airport. His travel bag seemed heavy. Made out of grey canvas …

A Ghost: Prologue

Midnight was windy. One tightened its coat and walked fast through an alley to home. The train was late and crowded as one could not get some sleep while being there. It didn't get a chance to wear watch and so the timekeeper had to be its cellphone. It wore black trousers, socks, and shoes. …