My comfort zone
My comfort zoneIs actually not killing meToday, in old songsI felt safeMy comfort zone is inThose places I go back toWhere I lived, loved and cried Those places filled with…
It is what it is
I think I always disliked that phrase. It's such an obvious thing; I already know it is what it is. That is not what matters here. Or better said, that…
I don't really remember how it all started
The truth is, it may have been my first tattoo; the activation code.
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When the sun goes down, and I am left alone in a city that seems to shut down in silence, it comes to me, punctually each night; always anxious to take my mind down all kinds of rabbit holes ...
The 30 Nights
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The World Beyond the Blue Trees
Jord is a librarian. Each day she wakes up, gets up, gets dressed with one of her flowery dresses and goes to work. Without much excitement. Without fully understanding what is going on, why are her words acting up like that?
Jord’s life has turned into a monotonous scene that automatically repeats itself day after day.
Until that day. That day when she decided to go for a coffee after work. The day she met what is beyond the blue trees.
CHAPTER 7: THE NEW SYSTEM
2000 years ago the first regulations on the preservation of the Blue were written in the Ordinem Internum Codex. The codex described the doctrine of The New System.-Excuse me Magister…
The Unspoken
WITHIN
Darkness has not yet engulfed me, I am protected and assisted in my quests. So then, how am I to understand human nature? Is it human, is it divine; is it full of ghouls and evil and void makers? Is it about having all those within and trying to push them out; only to realize that outside there is just a bigger and more ruthless battlefield? A choice. I have to make a choice.
A two-part short diary entries dark fiction inspired by feelings of heartbreak, melancholy an anger, written raw and emotionally intensely
DAY 7: MULTIPLICITY
As days go by and I sit on this same chair for hours, my mind disattaches and a melange of thoughts take over me.I am sitting, but I’m not present.Tuesdays…
DAY 8: THE VOID
As days go by and I sit on this same chair for hours, my mind disattaches and a melange of thoughts take over me.I am sitting, but I’m not present.Tuesdays…