Writing / 13.06.2018

As Robert laid asleep, he could feel the sharp scent of the swamp. The sound of heavy raindrops hitting the wooden floor was almost covered by the whispers floating around the mist. A dense forest was rising out of the muddy water, clouding the sky. Robert opened his eyes. He just stood there, on his back, becoming aware of the surroundings. Step by step he was pulling himself together. Although he was conscious, his movements were confusing, as if he were drunk. He stumbled to get up only to realize that he was alone, on a boat, slowly floating in...

Writing / 12.06.2018

It was Karl’s night shift and all he could think about was that sloppy hot dog he only ate twice a week. Not a minute before midnight, he would close the heavy doors and bounce slowly across the street to get his little juicy sausage. Karl was a peculiar guy. Some days he would look like your silent staring neighbor that just had a shower and went outside with water still dripping from his forehead, but other days he would easily pass as a late struggling veterinarian student, always mumbling the only anatomy lesson he could remember from class. His walk was funny....

Writing / 13.06.2018

I wish I could, I thought I might, Believe in something greater than life. Believe in something bigger than me, Than you, or what we are meant to see. Wishes are dreams that never see light, Wishes are doomed to fade in the Black. Because you see, None of us started up right, We all started this life not with a laugh But with a cry. What if the Sadness is actually light? What if I told you there is no Happy neither is Joy, There only is Sorrow left to destroy. So it begins, destroying, creating sins, Marks that are meant to gloriously resist. What if I told you there is no Joy, That all you...

Writing / 13.06.2018

Mirror mirror on the wall Who’s the most powerfull of them all? Not a hero nor a wizard, Not a mutant or a creature, Crawling on the hottest concrete, Nursing on the smallest gesture. Ignorance makes me sick, Because ignorance can cut so deep. No remorse, I have no power. All I can do is to devour Every bad and every worse, Every sickness and it’s ghosts. In the end they’ll make me stand, Smile and wave my hand, In the face of Destiny, Climbing on top of the greenest tree, And from there I’ll finally see, What my life has meant to me....

Writing / 13.06.2018

Hello. My name is impossible to pronounce so call me however you like. I want to tell you about the place I come from. I wasn’t actually born there, but it’s the only place I call home. One depraved weekend and I ended up in SinCity. Never left it. Before that, I was a small town girl with pigtails and what not. The only diva I’ve ever heard about was Cinderella. SinCity was filled with divas and none of them looked like a princess. But I won’t talk about the Sinners. I was in love with the city. Those wonderful places....