For the 47th part – click here. They were back in their old room. Warming their behinds on the comfortable sofa. Innocence snuggled closer to Madness. Happily enjoying her ice-cream. Her delightful charms struck home and now both were enjoying a sweet treat. She careful to not let even an ounce drip. Mostly to not … More Madness and Innocence – Part 48
Pardon me for venting. You see, there are people around this globe. Around the bloody world that piss you off beyond belief. Why? They are simply thickheaded. VERY thickheaded. Unfortunately, I have to be a gentleman and allow the mantra of politeness to flow through my veins instead of unleashing a torrent of colourful words. … More Writing, humour and a bit of stress.
One of those moments. One of those days. I wouldn’t call it depression, for the word is far too strong. It’s melancholy. A little devil sinking claws. Or at least, trying to. Mood grey like the wet streets outside. Sun hidden by clouds, like a son grounded by his mother. Not much of a will. … More Grey streets, grey mood
A desert of red sand. Scattered pieces of stone thrown as if from an old apocalypse. What history did they have? But no soul in sight to utter the tale. Truth, lie or anything in between. A warm silence in stale air. But something remained. A woman behind walls of glass. Like a modern birdcage. … More Frozen on display
No, not the mental voice that says you probably shouldn’t eat 2 king-size pizza’s today. Wait… are there actually king-size pizzas? I guess I just sold a business idea for free! Or maybe not… Anyway, mental release aside (so as to not use a more… descriptive word), I am referring to the writer’s voice. This … More Understanding the voice
A secret ingredient that hides in plain sight, if you will. Writing, in itself, is a beautiful endeavour. Rewarding, relaxing, fulfilling beyond belief. Yet, the question that resides on many people’s minds and lips is how to do good writing. And there are a lot of ways Many ways. From knowing the best words to … More Writing and experience
For the 46th part – click here. They stepped inside a different room. Where once was meaning or reason carefully weaved with the colours, this one lacked in both. Strange shapes framed on walls. Peculiar choices of colours which did not marry at all. Weird symbols that were beautifully hand-drawn. Yet, without any purpose or … More Madness and Innocence – Part 47
