I have to say I have become amused by this. Sipping on an almost empty glass of wine at 2 in the morning, and letting the fingers bleed words. Such interesting tools we writers have. Some look at a pencil, others at the notebook, and some at the Word document we create for our books … More The little pencils
The sound of feet on metallic steps. The modern *clank*, *clank* that reminds of scaffolding. Dark grey all around, the soulless color of the modern era. Elegant, like a mannequin wearing an expensive suit. No music, only the rhythmic clank of footsteps. To the left and right there are small chambers with the dark grey … More Shining red, bulbs of light
For the 58th part – click here. Innocence placed her lengs on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. “This feels nice.” she spoke softly. “Indeed. It has been a firm while since we had a chance to bask in vacations.” “Tell me about it.” she yawned for emphasis, but then her eyes … More Madness and Innocence – Part 59
Ah, I am writing this at 2AM in the morning. I look back at the amount of days that passed by and they all seem a blur. Toiling for a company that would love to have you online 24/7 is frustrating and stressful, as many of you unfortunately know. And perhaps, even have it worse. … More Days gone
For the 57th part – click here. “Fatigue…” Madness mumbled to himself. “Isn’t it all an unpleasant weakness… No way to be rid of it, for it always comes back at certain points. Well, yes, you could try to keep it at bay with coffee, but then the heart would pump till it burst. No … More Madness and Innocence – Part 58
I am aware the content has not been as bountiful as it was last year. However, my sole interest here is to offer the quality I promised from the start of 2020. In one of my other posts, I have mentioned how I endeavored to chisel my writing by pouring words on a digital paper, … More The Crimson Velvets, future posts.
Last time we left off, The Crimson Velvets had achieved an important takeover in the south. They’ve wiped out Solero’s band and taken their profitable bar for themselves. Old man Solero, did not live to die of old age or by being straddled by his young and beautiful mistress. Yet, he did go on his … More A refresher for the Velvets
It’s been a long and unintended hiatus since I’ve posted about The Crimson Velvets. I ended up writing more and more about something else, but… What truly started this blog was The Crimson Velvets. And thus, I want to announce that Bartholomew Valdan’s gang will return soon! We will see where the journey takes us, … More Return of the Velvets
A word that brings heaps of boredom, but also the comfort of stability. It”s also a source of creating useful habits. My posts haven’t been as often as they used to be like last year. However, I also feel the impact of my writing and my skill has been honed through reading and writing. Recently, … More A smith of words
Oh, I know you. It’s quite obvious by looking at your face. The same eyes, and style of hair. You are me in the flesh. I can see that look of yours. The sense of superiority you wear like a fine coat. But I know that you don’t do it because you see yourself above … More Arrogance
