Works by Ben Balazs

Light peered modestly through the blinds. It dazzled and brightened her face with a uniquely calm radiance. Each stroke of the brush in her hands took one less flaw away from her. Some of the hairs that fell to her feet shimmered for an instant or so, barely catching the light-beams crossing the room. She never really applied much force in grooming her hair. The strands were always so straight, so linear that they seemed geometric - artificial.  Facing her, in its all-encompassing size, was a mirror equally as effervescent as she. It imitated her bronze skin with nearly impeccable detail. She stood so still that the mirror acted almost as a photograph, frozen in the moment of her gentle preparation for the day. The blinds tugged at the image, sheepishly traipsing behind it. Perhaps the woman’s beauty intimidated them. The glass of the mirror was thick enough to stifle any noise coming from outside. Regardless, there were only several inches of it that separated her from the re...

He dreaded the sensation of the harshly cold granite beneath his bare feet. Each step sent waves of goosebumps up his legs and over his arms. Of course, to his dismay, this rabid cold was caused by a nearby ajar window. The wind out there must have bellowed with enough attitude to shove it's way past what was an arguably useless guard from the night air. The frame of the sill was rickety, and made small tapping noises whenever the wind came to wave hello. It buckled under any simple tease of the weather. It should have been replaced years ago, but it was as old as the house it came with, bearing the wrinkles of time and maltreatment. The many owners of this house who have come and gone did not show much compassion to this brooding pile of wood he called home. The windows locking mechanism was pockmarked from numerous aggressive shuttings and openings. That might explain why the damn thing won't stay shut. He toppled over it, still drunk from the sleep he was enjoying only momen...