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   Next time I woke up,I felt a cold hard chain on my neck. It was dragging,weighing me down as if I was an animal, out of bounds . I had to be trapped,punished. The chain was cold hard steel,I could not move much and either way,I was bruised,hurting,wounded. It felt like the end of days,for me at least. I opened my eyes and saw the beast. That’s what it seemed like. It was his hound. On a leash but oh so close to my face. I could tell the animal was starving,it was angry,it was ready to tear me apart,into tiny pieces only to swallow them up at once. The beast was snarling,drooling,angry,barking at me..I could not put a fight,show any emotion. I was exhausted after what he did to me. Why did he do it?Who was he?What did he want from me and why me in the first place?Speak of the devil…    There he was..A shadowy tall figure,the hand holding the beast back.All I could see is his silhouette. A tall lanky slim man,what seemed to be like he was dressed in a suit,and glasses. G

Just wanted to say to all my readers Merry Christmas!! I hope you all had a good one and hope you all got what you wanted and either way,celebrating or not..I hope you all are having a great holiday. Thank you for reading my stuff and sticking around.Thank you for supporting me as a writer and showing some kind of interest.Thank you for support and love and thank you for visiting my blog.Once more,Merry Christmas everybody!

   Every night would be the same,and it was getting worse. At first,I would get ready for bed as usual,get comfortable and close my eyes. Before too long I was fast asleep and dreaming away. Then it started.I don’t remember when exactly but I do remember the first night. I dreamt of being in the park,sitting on the bench,autumn. I am reading the newspaper,sipping on the coffee. Dogs,children around. So nice,so peaceful and then it began. Out of nowhere,this big dark mass started to destroy everything. It appeared as a dark dot in the distance and as it was getting closer to me,it was getting bigger and bigger. It was swallowing everything in it’s way,leaving nothing behind. It was growing and getting closer. It was not like the dogs and the children were flying in it’s mouth. The dream was just being ripped apart,just ripped into nothing.Gone. this thing was getting closer to me and once it was real close,massive darkness,loud howl..I woke up,screaming,in sweat. It was a nightmare

   Blood red banners. What once was a symbol of victory and hope,now is a symbol for oppression,punishment,his rule. He rules with an iron fist and a rotten heart. All who cross his path,get in his way,say a word or do a deed against him,shall face the judgement and the judgement always is the same,death.He has changed,power changed him. Power always changes men. Those of the weak will and of the lesser mind,those people always get corrupted,carried away. They taste the power and all they want is more and he is no exception.    His blood red banners,the symbol of his rule,the symbol of fear, slowly dance in the wind as if they were mocking the people he is supposed to serve. The fountain square,where all of the celebrations would take place,is nothing but a desolate wasteland,left behind and forgotten. There are no celebrations in this city,not any more. Not since he came to power. Correction,unless the celebration has something to do with him. Usually,him taking over another pi

Karl:Get down! Mason:Why? K:Coz in a minute they will start shooting.. M:It’s all a big misunderstanding.They cant’t just.. Mason falls to the ground at the sound of bullets whizzing by and going straight at him with every passing second. K:I did tell you.. M:Yeah,but why would they?How can they?They can’t touch me.I am one of them.I need to get to Larson and explain everything to him. He will get it.. K:Will he?. M:Yeah.I always worked for him and he knows me. K:Yeaaaaah,but you also know how much he loves money and here you are on the run with a lot,a lot of his money. Now,am I wrong or there were others on the run with his money? M:Yeah but,they planned it and he caught up and gave them what they deserved.I did not know what was in the trunk. K:Oh yeah. I am sure he will sit there,listen to your story,say it’s ok and let you go.Right..After he puts one of his signature bullets in your brain.What’s done,is done. You have to run now or you will be a dead man

   This was the moment. This was it. The moment when it all stopped. The moment when it all ended. This..is the moment..when I died. Yes,I remember it vividly. I remember it lasted a couple of seconds,I would say, but it felt like…an eternity. Like a film I was watching and the story was slowly unfolding in front of me. Now here I am,staring at the scene. The scene in this movie of mine. The scene which makes the movie. Where it all ends. Where it all goes upside down and changes everything.    Here is the truck.Right in front of us. God,the noise it made!It was like a train. Only this train was on the road and heading straight at us. I don’t remember much about it. I mean,I did just have, like a second, before I realised what is coming. I do remember the headlights,the big blinding headlights,almost like the sun. Almost,like an oncoming train where you see nothing but the lights and you know it is over for you. The noise this thing made. It did feel for that second tha

Scream!It was right in the dead of the night. I remember that night so well but I digress.Let’s get back to how it began.    That house was always creeping me out. Weird shadows,always covered in the dark.It felt like sun did not shine at that corner of the street at all. There were always stories about the house and the people,the owner,who lives there. Initially,18 th century house was standing right here. Full of character,stories and lots of creep factor but not too long ago it was gone. Demolished,destroyed and the new owner built a swanky new mansion. Stylish,modern,minimalistic. Understandably, whole street was excited,we all took an interest in what is going on.i think that would be fair to say. Someone famous or rich or both has moved in,we thought.Hmmmm,looking back on it,it would not be surprising if you would mistake this man for a star or just a man with power and money. He was oozing confidence and was radiating power. Nobody knew who he was though,or where

   I heard this asshole is gonna be in the club tonight. People at the entrance said he did come here but a while ago and I was just hoping,this time,this time he won’t get away from me. As I made my way through the sweaty crowd,I was already feeling lost. Crowd was morphing into a wave,sea of people,faces and just like the sea the whole place was filled with energy. Bright vivid lights and the blaring,blasting music.It was like a tribal ceremony,like savages gone wild,or sping break,yeah,more like spring break. As I kept going,I saw him!Sone of a bitch!That asshole is not getting away again. I got my gun out right there,right then.I took my aim,this was it,right in the head,say good night.    People started screaming. For a second,I was confused as to why,what was happening?Oh yeah,I guess it’s my gun,whatever..I took the shot,it had to be done.I am not loosing him again!I shoot. He heard the screams,saw me and ducked. Are you kidding me?He started running for the fire

Day 6 Alexander slowly opened his eyes, as he woke up to the sound of chewing. It sounded like an animal. A hungry animal, devouring something. He saw Cyrus,sitting on his bed,stuffing his face with the last of their supplies. Alex was in shock. He felt betrayed,angry,depressed and hopeless. How could he?What now?What’s left?Is this the end?The thoughts kept rushing through his mind.He leaped of his bed and ran at Cyrus.His friend heard and noticed what is happening,stopped chewing and slowly moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a revolver,cold hard steel,ready to wound,hurt and kill. Alexander stopped right where he was. Where did he get this gun?Is he going to do this?What now?Cyrus noticed that Alex stopped moving and kept eating what was left of their food with the gun pointed at his friend. Alex tried to reason with him,saying that they both need supplies,that they will last,it will be ok. All that matters is that they both get at least something and they

   I thought today I will do something a little bit different. I want to talk about writing. Just a thought.My experience. I encourage you all to write.If you do not know where to start, sit down,start writing whatever comes to your mind. Soon a story will start emerging,characters and it is up to you where it goes,what happens,who lives and who dies. Who is the hero and who is the bad guy. It is all up to you. If no clear story comes,maybe you will spot a plot somewhere in there,characters,something you can you in your story. Maybe you had a story in your mind all this time. Put it in writing,put it on the paper,make it real..it just might be better than you think. You might be doubting your skills but nobody is born a writer and it takes practice and from experience you will only get better. You will understand as you write,what works and what doesn’t. Your grammar will improve and you will realise how much freedom as a blogger,as a freelance writer you have,so it is re

   Cold winter morning. All is gone.All is pale,white,covered in the cold dust from the high up. The snow has come,fast,thick and just like the body on the ground,the world was still.    It was a middle of nowhere.Some forgotten road,passing by some forgotten forest. Clearing,fields,on the other side of the road,as far as the eye can see. No houses,no cars or people. Cold snow,silent world and the memories,flashbacks of what just happened still hanging in the air like an ominious cloud that just won’t go.The cloud which was growing bigger with every second and signalling the coming of the storm and then,the lightning. Scream. Her scream.She kneeled down next to the body of her husband. She pulled the lifeless body towards her,screaming in agony,crying,covered in tears and blood of her lover. He was gone just like that. She was lost. It was hopeless. Her mind at that moment could not stop thinking and she had just one thought: “Why him?Why now?...what have I done..”.Ok,

As the title says,this post is a simple thank you, to you all. So.."Thank You"!!! One of the reasons,thanks for hanging around,standing by,checking blog,reading posts. Now,lately..during the time I was gone and just in general during this year and even the last one. Second reason,..pretty big news...*drum roll*..we hit over 2k hits on this blog!Woot!Now,it's a small number in general,small for a blog but..we are growing,getting bigger and better and all thanks to you and this number came from nothing so again,thank you all and everyone who visited blog,been reading,got inspired and keeps coming back..More and more of you keep coming back,blog keeps growing and it would not be possible without you all. It means a lot to me. This blog is my release,it is my corner on this big world wide web. It is combination of my thoughts,memories and imagination and to know that I have you reader's and you enjoy what I write,makes me happy.So here is to 10k hits! Moving swiftly on

Day 2,3 The following couple of days were a mixed bag. The food was slowly running out,but it was going according to plan,no unplanned meals. The sleep was not the best as the old lighthouse was leaking and making all kinds of ungodly noises. Young men were taking turns making sure nobody comes to the lighthouse who should not be there,maintaining the light and keeping it smooth,running and clean. The days were slow,boring and sometimes tedious but the two friends were optimistic and excited that they were working at the famed lighthouse,making money,making a name for themselves. This was the calm before the storm which will rip these friends apart. Day 4 The mid week is when it all started to go wrong. The day started with a strong storm.Violent winds,raging sea and a strong rain.It was hard to see,the lighthouse was leaking,howling and the upkeep was difficult to carry out. With supplies running low,with men eating food faster than they thought they would,unable to r

A single shot rang out.Loud,piercing the quiet ominous air.Alex fell to the ground.Gun fell to the wooden floor. Warm,sticky,dark blood began to cover the floor of the lighthouse.It was slowly moving away from the lifeless body of a lost man,towards the door. The same door this man and his best friend entered a week ago. This was destined to happen but just a week ago,these two men were none the wiser. Day 1    Alexander was young man in his early twenties.He came from a poor background,living in the slums of the city,always pushing himself further only to get away from it all. People loved him,hardworking,honest guy. The guy you could trust. So when his father’s friend mentioned a job at the lighthouse,he had to jump in. He jumped in,he grabbed it. He reached for it,dared and got it! The friend of the family knew the boy and was only happy to hear that he offered to work at the lighthouse. It did not have the best reputation.Stuck in the water,away from the coast on

   Look at you sitting there. Nervous,stressing. All these thoughts rushing through your mind. Why? I guess we both know because you realise how important this is for you,how much you need it,how much you have been waiting for this. All the stress,nerves,they ain’t going to help you. If anything,they will make it worse for you and make you feel sick,so..you might as well stop and relax. After all this time,this is it. There is no going back.There is no other option,this is it,right here,right now. No plan B. Might as well be your awesome self and make them love you. You got so much to show and give.What have you got to loose?Who cares what they will think?This means so much to you so do what you gotta do.    Now,for just a minute,think. Think about what you have been through. What has brought you here and how much it means to you. This should add some fire to your heart and soul. Do you feel it burn?Ignite,start up something big and great inside you..Enough.Enough of all the str

   Gratitude. That is something that I want to talk about today. From time to time,my blog features a thought or an opinion and gratitude will be the topic today. If you are not interested,that is ok but if you do decide to stay,thank you, and keep on reading. I won’t go on for long but I felt a need to write about this. Having been looking back on my life and this year in particular,I realised that despite what has happened to me,it has made me what I am today. It had made me a better,stronger person and regardless what has happened and how bad it was,there was always a lesson somewhere in there. It has opened my eyes to particular things,it made me a better person and led me to meeting new amazing people.Certain things that I have in my life right now,the people I have in my life,the people I have met,I wouldn’t have met or had in my life if the things prior to this did not happen. I guess what I am trying to say in my complicated way,is that,regardless of what happens to you,no

Suspended. Suspended in time and space. Ethereal. Music is a blur. Can’t make out the words,all I hear is a beat. Lost in thought,in myself. What to do?How to be?What’s next?Words,rumblings,tremors across the busy mind. Eyes wide open,staring at the ceiling..stillness,calm,peace. Blank. Blank canvas of the white ceiling clearing the clutter of the mind leaving it blank and empty. Lying there on the bed,now head clear,empty. Lost in the moment,right here right now.This time I hear the lyrics. They sing the song of loss and love,a new hope and a better future. The memories of that what was and used to be and the new beginnings,the optimism for a better tomorrow and the sadness for that what was. It makes me think,wonder,once more I am afloat,wondering, wanderer . The times we had,memories,the past and the present. How times change. Back to it,back with it.The music zones in and out as the thoughts begin to come back,rushing,running,flowing,throwing themselves at me. Forcing

  Why the fuck did we come here?I should have never agreed to this.Yeah,it seemed fun but we are in the middle of fucking nowhere, and now Jake with his dumb ideas. Let’s split up,let’s look for her. What a nerd.She is a big girl,she knows where the campsite is,she will find us. Not our fault she decided to wander around. We just gonna get lost ourselves. What a fucking mess! Where is she anyways?Why would anyone go wandering around the woods alone. I know she’s kind of a hippy but cmon ,now we all gotta do this shit cos of her. Whatever! -“Kelseeeeeeeeey!!!” -“Stop messing around!The camp is this way.Where are you?Kelseeeeeey!!!”    It’s getting dark now and this dumb chick is still not back. Thank God I can see the guys around,wouldn’t wanna be lost here. Flashlights help too. Vanessa and her dumb horror stories. Never liked them. This forest gives me the creeps.    As Ben and the others were looking for a lost friend,the darkness of the night started to settle in. T