Past the ponder of future nights. He who lays in citys of rot, ruin, and blood. Listen closely to his song. Listen deeply but be carful, do not get lost with his music or u may be lost forever like the citys around him. But...if you survive
Rember his song. You will hear it...
“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...
for all of you. Who do you think you are? I know who I am. I'm a...
Yes. I am a dreamchaser. In other people's perception, I'm a person trapped in dreams of grandeur and hopes of reaching unrealistic goals. 'Unrealistic', this word shouldn't exist at all. It's a...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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...
“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...
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...
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...
..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...
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best...
and I get worried about its errands... I see a leaf twiddling down aimlessly to the ground and I hunt to know about its past... I see a scrap paper lying in the dustbin and I can instantly connect to the pen that had written on it... I am a writer...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Army of light crossed the river safely and entered Hidden Kingdom of Asuras. Early spring already overwhelmed the tracts of the treasured land. Greenery bloomed with double-strength and the freshness of air was captivating. Smells became enriching and colors inspiring, sounds 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
.. 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...
Bang ! Pit heard the sound of the closing mail box. The mail came as usual on this rainy mid February day 2013 in Toronto. He was back in his house after a long escaping trip that took him all over the world trying to lose track of himself. Again he lost everything, only the...
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
“Ai! Ai! Ai!” The fat, balding archaeologist with a severe case of molar gingivitis chuckled. “Look what we just dug’er up!”
“Ehhh!” His band of equally hideous imbeciles chortled.
“Is that Mulan?” the only sane person in the group asked.
The news was in Pit’s box:
By Pete Willi, Miguel Lona and Tracy Conon, WBC News17 December 2012 .Updated at 8:25 p.m. ET: A kindergarten teacher's son, clad in black and carrying two 9mm pistols, rampaged through a New City Wansson elementary school Monday, killing 8 small...
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...
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...
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.