I have a distorted, romantic vision of all the “could have been’s”
Yep. As simple as that. I look into past events which may not have been the most pleasant ones I have gone through; grab a gigantic tin of pink paint…
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.
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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 9: WHAT REALLY MATTERS
There is no Universal truth about it; this matter of “what matters” is plainly incongruous.As it turns out, what matters to me does not typically correlate with what I think…
DAY 10: I AM NOT THE PERSON YOU NEED (YOU ARE NOT THE PERSON I NEED)
It is said that words can be lethal.A poison that does not terminate you right away; but rather rejoices in watching you while you close your eyes and let a…