I've written on and off since then. And even when I'm not writing, the plots drift in and out of my thoughts. I've only finished a few books. Only tried (and failed) to publish one. (And that's okay, I'm not about to base my talent off of that one failure. I know I'm a good...
than it seems but I love it. My mind and spirit are so wild and untamed that writing is my only way to free the inner-being that is myself. Call me Andrei Svetyevokov and hopefully one day you'll be able to read my work. But with every page I write a part of me is able to escape...
It was early evening, winter. The sun was dying slowly. Outside was white, crispy and cold. Sun and moon were bouncing over snow covered hills and making them sparkly. Inside was warm, quiet and cozy, such was the evening.
Adam and Mirabelle were sitting in the dining room and...
Soaring through the sky
Head up high
In the night
Into a sharp edge
Beneath the forgotten dead
Running from the golden ledge
Into the forbidden paths
Heaven above her eyes
Cradled her fragile mind
She flew away
Hoping to be back
Before the night’s...
I write this drawn by love, unhappy love. There is no chance for being together, never, ever. Still love is here and I promised to do everything to make her happy. Then this is not much about me anymore. I met her on social site called “Experience Project”. We...
A – draw on the sand. Forgive, forgive, forgive. Let all go and don’t get caught up in a hopeless struggle. Now mix the sand, there is no more meaning here.
Ahnashte – the word shape on the sand in the meaning of secret compassion. May compassion, may compassion wash all...
When we used to play outside
Run up the slide
Swing high like we could fly
Ride our bikes at the dead end
And fight like knights
In the childhood days
What happened to those days
When we jumped in the mud
When girls chased the boys
When we avoided the lava
Ever since the age of six when I discovered how to write poems I have been writing almost non-stop. When I'm not at my desk, I'm writing in my head. I write and read in my dreams and there have been times when a line for a novel shows itself in my dream. Once an entire novel...
I want to publish many books before I die but first I need to finish writing them. I am currently working on one of my books that I know will be a success because I believe in it. To practice writing and not lose my skill I have a personal blog. That keeps me motivated. In a few...
The Way I See It
A psychotherapy client once accused me of not having the ability to appreciate his situation because I was “happy.” I thought about that for a second and then replied, “Do you know what it's like to be 'happy'? When your home life is going well, work...
current job, and the second where you're tempted to say you work at a gas station, because you are tired of replying to "do you have any published books" with a frustrated sigh of nope'ness/not-yet'ness, and people look at you like some sort of crackpipe hobo that didn't get...
“Hi Sasha,” he wrote in the chat room, after a long delay sitting in his small apartment located not far from the Hudson River.“Hi Pit. What is up?” he saw an immediate response.“All is good. Not much,” he typed again.“Where are you? I was looking for you all over...
See the highest mountains
From the rocks I climbed
The air I breathed
What I could see
If only you would teach me
Maybe one day
I'll learn to talk
And I'll say the right words
Give a testimony and deliver it with tears
Win an argument
With words of projected fear...
but having faith in your work is important. Practice makes better.
I'm starting out and I haven't a clue really where to start. I want to get my name out so people have an idea of who I am and I want to get my work out there also.
Ripened by the iridescent lights of age
At least, so it seems.
My youth snatched away
in an instant;
never to return.
Those days of having my head buried in my Grandma’s bosom
And waking up to the smell
Of her hot cakes cooking
Gone are the days for which I yearn...
sitting underneath a star.
Fantasizing unseen actions,
with conditional tractions,
additions create circumstantial attractions.
If omnipresent natures develop habitats for which nurture,
Then one will be perceived as mature.
I wonder why we live such meager lives?
Everyday I wake up. Get dress. Eat. Go to school. Work. Sleep.
What a boring life...
I one day woke up, and looked myself in the mirror.
All I saw was myself. A...
.. It's a Cinderella story of sorts. A young boy who always saw beauty, surrounded by evil in a world full of magic. This story isn't pg though and there was nobody there to save him. No carts made out of pumpkins, the only thing carved was created on his wrist. There were only...
meaning of Literature and Art of Writing. They are pretty smart people so I think they really got it. What I noticed is that they didn't get impressed by famous authors and books (I had only half = page about it), but the were interested into the Art or Literature and Writing...
But maybe I'm just high.
I'm addicted to my e-cigs
And I have no sense of time.
Maybe nothing really matters
And I'm just losing my mind.
Maybe there's something in the water,
That makes me feel alive tonight.
Why doesn't anybody see what I see?
Why do I have to be so strange...
where else would you go
it is cold and dark outside
let me hold you
just for a little while
let me give you
in an angry smile
let me tell you
I do enjoy the ride
through the smoke
and the stories
I am always looking at you
looking in you...
where you can't do wat you like
where you are judged for every thing
when i white i feel like a bird, a bird who was in a cage and flew free.
but when im in the reality i feel like im in this cage
in a cage of too much rules, judgement and sadness
where the monster...
“Saturate me. Saturate me with your love… I love you in her arms. I love you in his dreams. Every word in my story is woven from love to you…" (scroop - like a turntable arm would suddenly move over a gramophone disc and skip back in a dancing replay) I love you. Love you...
neither one has fixed features
Beautiful than angelic essence
uglier than hideous than monsters
Peaceful like innocent doves
Violent like ravenous crows
Wise as the great Solomon
brainless as the starfish
Materialistic like business tycoons
“Eyyy...Hrrrt….Eyyy…Hrrrt…Eyyy…,“ the whistling and screeching of the birds haunted Pit. He was shifting, terrified in his bed as bloody, merciless creatures attacked him. Hundreds of them were surrounding him, coming from every direction, swarming noisily. They were...
No one can stop me
My darkest thoughts and
Dreams inside me
willing to come out
But I isolate them
Deep inside me if they
Came out a monster would to
The monster of my soul
Is in a cage where he can
Never come out or see the
I’m almost finished, after 7 month’s of labouring evenings and on the bus (I write on my palm pilot) my urban, sci-fi adventure novel is almost ready for its first painstaking draft! The anticipation is so great that the few hundred words I wrote last night...
Did you ever notice that certain things only happen in the movies, but never happen in real life? For example:
1. It is always possible to find a parking spot directly outside or opposite the building you are visiting.
2. When paying for a taxi, don’t look at your wallet as you...
but I loaded six into mister .45, just in case things went south. A flash; a bang; and a dead man. No funny business. In and out, make it quick.
Make it fast.
Make it fun...
Most of you would've guessed by now that I was about to kill a man. And most of...
..HSBC face of evilThe biggest banking scandal everMoney doesn’t stink! Secret bank accounts maintained for terrorist, criminals, traffickers, tax dodgers, politicians and celebrities. HSBC - cover up practices and refusal to change.At the end of the day all comes to money...
which is the story of a 19-year old girl whose life changes drastically, split into past and present. To be honest, I need motivation to keep going but I'm getting there.
I also write Fanfiction for the book series The 39 Clues and for the game Portal. My writing is found on...
When it looks like I am writing, I am really just searching through the infinite for thoughts and ideas that best suit what I am feeling. Just as when I dream, I am but simply looking through the great catalog of tomorrows and trying to pick the one I would most like to be a part...
Tell me what your think.
It took me 2 minutes to properly read the clock.
"9:47! I'm late!" I sprang out of bed and flew into my bathroom throwing some water on my face. Within 3 minutes I was dressed and out the front door of my house.
"I knew I shouldn't have talked to...
I'm gonna tell you. It's when I've been stuck on a scene for months. MONTHS. Then something or someone throws out a little spark that ignites an idea in my mind and all of a sudden I realize I'm going in the wrong direction in that scene. All I had to do all along was...
for my latest post
My idea so far is this girl who isn't looking for love. I guess to make the book make sense she has to find love...
Okay anyway for a problem I was either thinking her father gets resigned back into war or father finds a girlfriend or maybe she gets accepted...
It’s not something I’ve had any personal experience with – yet – but I don’t for a moment suppose I’ll be any different than even those wonderful writers and novelists I grew up reading, and that I’ll somehow be spared the wrath of a...
Whether its exploring experiences sexual or platonic, writing must be detail oriented and character driven. The secret to truly inspirational writing is immersion. The reader must be transported wholly into the work. Smell the odors, consume the tastes, feel the textures, hear...
and this is what I've got so far
Let me take you to a place where there's no gunshots
Let me take it to a place where we all got pops
Let me take you to a place where's there no hard knocks
Let me take you to a place where food for thought are our crops
Let me take you to a...
that you can tell a writer's talent by their attitude as a reader. You can tell that those who read and understand all the artsy novels and international classics, are most likely to become really artsy and really know how to bring the meaning, the beauty and the ugliness of...
“Adam called to Mirabelle and internet was slow - whhhooo, yea,” terrible thought Pit and deleted whole sentence. He started over.“Mirabelle was lonely and she missed Adam a lot. She loved him so much – what a dump!” Pit erased all again. “Nothing – completely...