Stories,Stickers and Stamps

  Here I lie on this hot summer’s day,breeze caressing the curtains of the opened window. The curtains dance as the breeze enters the small room,oasis in this hot summer’s day. I lie in this bed alone,at peace. My mind is totally blank,crystal clear yet as the time passes in this small room of mine,it wonders just for a second, for the thought of what has passed.                                                            For the thought of might have been and will be,what could have been done and will be done. Mind wonders and looks back at what was and the life before now. Mind wonders and looks into the future wondering,whether it will work out or whether there is no happy ending. Here I lie,alone with my thoughts, now mind busy full of thought,thinking of people around me,people in my life and what to do next. The simultaneous quick racing of the mind and complete stillness both overwhelm me and I grab my headphones to listen to my favourite song.     I am at ease,I a

   It was like any other day,or so I thought. So I had an ok night’s sleep,felt like I could stay in bed all day no matter how much I slept. Reluctantly,I got up,got dressed,made some coffee and caught up with the morning news. Another day,another mess,what’s new. So I made my way to the bathroom,gotta brush my teeth,do my hair,you know,a little touch up for the day. So there I am,brushing my teeth,still half asleep but coffee slowly kicking in and then I see him.    I see myself in the mirror,smiling back at me but..I am not smiling. What?Am I that asleep?Did I drink yesterday?I didn’t mix any medication or nothing,so,what the hell is going?So,there I am freaked out and confused,I keep brushing my teeth and looking at my reflection. I am not smiling,I am brushing my teeth but he,it,is.He is just staring at me,watching me. I must be high,drunk,something.Am I going nuts?Suddenly,he lunges at me,hands stretch out trying to reach me and he does.He grabs me!I am in shock! My own ref

   Loran was a tall girl. Everyone always thought she is older than she actually was, so, she used to her advantage. Quite often she would sneak into the barracks and watch the people of her kingdom prepare for the upcoming war. Nobody would recognise her as Loren would always have a cloak,hood and commoner clothes. Just a woman on the street,watching the preparations,she thought in her mind.She could not sneak out in her nice dresses. For one,her mom would kill her so to speak,she thought,and that was enough. That day it was all going as usual,all according to plan.       She sneaks out for a little while,watches the training and gets back on time, before the big dinner. Today though,she was spotted. A young dog,who the young princess failed to notice,did noticed her and started running towards her. Loran didn’t notice the pooch and kept watching the training till the dog was right under her feet. At first she was confused who’s dog is this, because there were never any animals

   Nothing,nothing but ash!Brave warrior Sicillia thought to herself. Nothing,nothing but ash left of my kingdom,my home. The people,are dead,my family,dead. The dragon had to pay. He cannot terrorize the people of this land and destroy kingdoms without punishment. The king and the kingdom might have fallen,the people are distraught and destroyed but that made Sicillia stronger,she had nothing to loose so she would give it her all to see her goal to the end. She was ready to fight,fire burning in her eyes,fire burning in he heart. Rage and sadness taking over her,sword firmly in hand,clad in thick metal Armour, she went on forward to the dragon’s lair to find the wyrm,the dreaded dragon beast and slay him to stop his reign of terror. It was easy to find him,all she had to do is follow the trail of flame and destruction.    As she was walking through the fields of her man,with every step she held on to her sword that much tighter,with every step falling that much harder. She was

   Massive Galleon sailing the seas.Strong minded,confident captain at the helm of the ship,guiding her to a better tomorrow,to new treasures,new bounty and to live another day. Men,scrubbing the deck,sing the marry song,the skies are clear,the birds are flying and fish jump out of the sea as the ship passes by. Another day in paradise,Captain Galfrid thought to himself. That didn’t last,never does,he thought to himself as he heard :”Enemy ships!!!!Left side!!”.Galfrid took the telescope from his right hand man..Many ships,lots of cannons,approaching fast!As soon as the good captain began to think of what to do and give out the orders,he hears:”More enemy ships,right side!!!”. First, it were the English,now it’s the French from the other side. They were either hunting this ship down or it was stuck right in the middle of a fight,either way,they had to get out!     “Full sail!Cannon’s ready!”.Galfrid will get his men out of this mess,he will get them out alive,they were good men

   You wake up. Head hurts like hell,you can barely keep your eyes open.What happened?Last you checked you saw that big brute,standing in the darkness,this figure,you tried to go for it..but oh,wait..yeah..seems like you got knocked out. Feels like you are moving too,you force yourself to open up your eyes,you see the swamp,overgrown,in the darkness of the forest,weird noises coming from it. Your out again. Next time you open your eyes,you are still moving,still being dragged,no regard for your well being. Whoever it is,they do not care what happens to you or who catches him.What is he planning to do. God please,please help me,you think to yourself. As you are being dragged you see an overgrown..shed?In the dark of the forest,all by itself.Is there a house nearby?houses?You start screaming into the dead of the night,into the darkness itself,u struggle and try and kick but the hulking figure keeps on dragging you. Is this even a man?He is massive,really strong,big arms,hulking big

   Old wooden church at the top of the hill. Some people say cultists gather at night to worship the demons. There were tales of sacrifice,people captured and kept there. Chanting has been heard from a distance by some and blood has been found in the area.Whether you believe it or not it seems like something,something is going on there. Some people speak of salvation and say that church does a great thing,helps people. Maybe it does but nobody speaks openly about what they see or hear at night and now. Now it is time to find out. The angry crowd gathered outside the church at night,they are determined to find out what is happening in their house of worship at night,whether the rumours are true and if they are,the cultists,those who abuse the faith will pay. As a the crowd approached the church,the doors flung open. People in cloaks and capes,covered in blood,carrying stones and books ran out.Screams were heard from within. Some managed to escape through the crowd while some were c

   Snow was shinning especially bright under the moonlight tonight. The vast white open,the calm after the storm. Peace,tranquillity,melancholy. The desert of nothingness in this dark forest. The snow itself mutes the dark,grounds you and transports you to the other world. I mean it would,if not for that blood stain on the pure white snow. The blood seems fresh and really stands out, being the dark glistening red in the pure white innocence of the snow. Who,why and how?A chase?An animal?Something more sinister?Somebody..is it a wound or a final blow?Footprints leading further into the dark abyss of the woods. The trail,something was carried here,wide trail. Seems like someone was struggling,leaking blood,fighting back,fighting for their life. The woods never seemed darker like they are now. Moon lighting the way being it’s ominious self. The white light of the night shining above the white snow to illumminate the dark red blood in front of your eyes.    You decide to follow the

   This hand you holding,the hand which holds yours back. So many memories tied into this simple gesture. It started out as Hi and now it’s such a simple and natural thing. Feels like so many years have gone by,like you know each other a lifetime. There were some bumps along the way,some words were exchanged. You were regretting it almost instantly and there were times you felt like this is the way. There was always at least this second when you feeling,isn’t it too far,what if I loose this person who means so much to me. And there were times when you were ready to say good riddance. No matter what happens,time keeps moving so whatever the issue was,you prevailed,you both did and stronger together hand in hand. Oh how many memories you have made together. That time when you could not stop laughing,that time when this hand was used to wipe that tear away. That time when you got handed what you thought is the best gift you could get. The memories are all different and many but you b

   Abandoned house. The area around it used to be full of life. Infectious air full of laughter and electrifying energy,now its peaceful,quiet.It’s not the same,abandoned,alone by itself,quiet and somewhat sad,melancholy. As you step inside,the dust rises up in the air like it’s a snow storm in the middle of July. Dust floating all around you like little snowflakes in the cold winter day. This place is empty now,memories suspended in the air,a time capsule of what was and used to be. Floor weathered,wood giving way for a heavy step,making noises of age and crumble and time gone by. You slowly walk through the house,the rooms are empty. Gone are the sounds of laughter,the tears,the happiness and sadness. Life itself seems to be drained from the place and it’s nothing but cold brick and wood now. It’s so much more to you though. You remember every corner of this place,that time when they screamed,that time when you played a prank,that time when you all could not stop laughing. The m

  A Person in distress. They seem to be in distress but are they?What if they are pretending,what if they want to hurt you or just your money. What if you will get abuse or the person in distress will ask for money and waste it. They all can’t be trusted,nobody can be trusted,should just keep walking. Why?Where is this coming from?Yeah,it happens but rarely. There are far many more in need than those who seek to abuse the trust of those willing to help. What if that person does need your help?What if they are in distress?Difficult times can happen in anybody’s life and we as people are stronger together. We owe it to each other to look out for one another. If we ignore each other and let each other be,we will wind up alone and when we need it the most,the people we look to,might turn the shoulder to us. If you will help,you never know what will happen. You might save someone’s life,turn it around,new friendship,new love?You will never know what will be the outcome until you try. Y

   There is this shadow. Now,I know everyone has a shadow and all that, but mine, is different. My shadow has been with me since birth,rain or shine,my shadow,my friend,my ally has always been there. Watching over me,watching the others and making sure I’m safe,we are safe. Rain or shine,birthday or death,it was there,I could count on it.Now, I could have said something to others a long time ago and figure out who or what it is, but nobody would believe me,they would think I’m crazy. Therapies,doctors…no thanks.So I get on with my day,with my shadow in tow,watching me,guarding me,making sure all is right in,our world.    This shadow,I don’t know who or what it is,to me it looks like a human,like a being made of dark,deep slow voice but so comforting.It talks,but only I can see or hear it,seems like it,I checked.We checked. It doesn’t like strangers but seems to be stuck with me. You hear how beings like this are evil and want to harm or hurt you,but not my shadow,he protects me

   I had a little thought and I think it would be a great idea to start recommending some books or films I feel are interesting in some way. Now,I would recommend the things that inspire me in some way so feel free to check that out if you are interested and also things I feel are really good in my honest opinion. Now,this is just an opinion so take it with a pinch of salt but, if you are interested and open to new stuff,do check the recommendations out,I wouldn't recommend grabage to my lovely readers now would I. If you feel you have an interesting film or a book to recommend for me yourself,please,I am open to give it a go. Who knows,new story might come from it. Just leave a suggestion in the comments and I will give it a go. In the meantime I would like to start with a film "Ask me anything". Now the film was recommended to me mainly because it's about a blogging girl but it's so much more. It's not as amazing as I have been told,mind,buuuuut it's a

   It’s the start of a brand new day.The world keeps on going,the world keeps on spinning,back to business,Monday is here. Sun rising higher and higher,elumminating the day ahead,the start of something new,the beginning of new week once again,things may have happened,things will happen but the world keeps on going,keeps on moving,business as usual. Roads bustling once again,cars,traffic,the slow movement on the streets turns into busy chaos of the Monday morning.    And there you are. Standing one the side walk. I see you clear as a day. Innocent,fragile,beautiful. Your face,your eyes,tell the story of the thousand words,of the years gone by.They tell the story of the heartbreak and the sorrow,of all the tears you had.Right there,right then,in that moment I see your life before me. I want to hold you,make it all ok,say it will be alright. You know it will be,I see it in the way you stand. You stand strong,proud,the body,the face might tell one story but the way you hold yourse

   A school girl with plenty of issues sitting behind her laptop,writing her next letter to her future self. For her age she has been involved in far too many things to count. From being involved in her family issues against her own will, to the trouble of her own making,she has done a lot for her gentle age. She feels so grown up,like she knows it all but she is too young to understand that this is just the beginning. Poor girl,they say,she laughs just thinking about it. People pity her and laugh at her but she knows,it’s been difficult and she is not proud of many things but that’s what makes her,what she is. How is she supposed to learn from her mistakes if she never makes them,after all it’s all part of life. That’s what her father used to say to her mother when they were still together. Just thinking about it puts a smile on her face.How this girl missed her dad,if only he was still here to hear this. As far as the new letter,there were plenty of new “I’m sorry” and “I didn’t

I just want to take this moment to tell YOU all,THANK YOU!!!! Thank you to those who visit my blog regularly checking on the latest story and I do hope you like them.I do hope they are entertaining or make you think, or help you in any way or even better,all of the above. THANK YOU,to those who are passing by. Thank you for checking out my blog,I do hope you like it and if you do,do stay,there are a lot of stories for all the tastes and there are plenty more to come. THANK YOU if you heard about the blog and decided to check it out or just stumbled on it,I do appreciate you being here and do hope you like the writting,the stories or even better, both. Either way,THANK YOU ALL for being here!It means a lot to me. I do love writting and hope to do it professionally but for now,I am just grateful to those who read and to those who pass by. I do hope you all like what I do, and I am grateful to those who do. Because at the end of the day,all I want to do is write and I am grateful that

   Heat.Blazing,what seems to be never ending heat. Sun high up in the sky,showering whole of land,all of the people with it’s warmth.The warmth is welcomed but soon you realize that blessing is a curse in disguise.Burning into skin,blinding the eye. It feels as though the city itself is melting. The harsh tall brick,hot in the blazing sunlight. The people seeking refuge from the sun,cooling themselves like the wild savanna animals. The heat bring happy memories for some,the fun,the good times.Smiles,reckless abandon,innocence and youth are all part of infectious summer air. You can feel it,all around you,enveloping you.But not all are feeling the good grace of the light. Some see it as a curse,as a nuisance,burning the gentle pale skin of the broken heart or a feeble mind. For some it’s a reminder of the tough times or a horrid past,for some,it’s another trouble,an issue to deal with in the complex game of life and every day pursuits.     The innocence of the children’s

   The desert seemed vast. You know they always say, the desert spans this and that, and it takes like the third of the world or whatever but..this desert is vast,nothing but sand as far as I can see. Perfect! You know,a great place for a young guy to get stranded in,no signal,battery slowly dying on my,now useless phone and not a soul in sight. Great! Well,considering I am in the middle of nowhere, I might as well start walking in some kind of direction and hope to God,or whoever is watching,USA,good old USA,Chinese satellite,anyone,I will take anyone or anything..hope I find something. Guess I will keep on walking,might find some water,maybe some road or even better,civilisation. Oh glorious civilisation,how I wish I would not get sick of it and oh how I need it right now. Whatever,too late now,I shall find you and cherish you this time for sure.    I wish I had some music or something but no way I’m using the battery on my phone to play a couple of songs only for it to die on

   Alex was standing at the end of a cliff and trying to come up with reasons why, after all this time he shouldn’t jump. He wasn’t studying any more,he finished his studies a while ago. Unable to find a job based on his speciality he went after any job he could find. He did find a job,and it was going well,for a while. Until he got pretty sick and he missed too many days to come back to work.He was let go. After that, more doctor appointments followed, which made a job search a bit complicated. Once he was all clear,he was healthy but without any income. He had to move out of his apartment and in with his parents. So there he stood,no more studies,no job,living with parents,single and history of depression.    His depression was coming and going when it wanted,torturing him,making him feel like all is lost and hopeless.Every day of his life, felt like a vacuum,sucking him deeper into the dark abyss and making it harder with every day to get out. He did not know where to turn,wh

   A young, lonesome writer sitting by himself,in his empty apartment. Staring at the computer screen thinking and pondering what to write. As a writer, he would always have ideas,brewing,ready to go. From his mind to his fingertips, to the computer screen, they would travel and take shape in a form of a story that is brought to life by the reader. But not today. Today the young writer was stomped. He was lost for words,for ideas and nothing was coming to his mind. That’s a first for him,as he always had a story to tell.    The writer was not well know but he was searching and waiting for his big break to come from his next story. The small light of the table lamp was menacingly casting shadow over the midnight hour. The night itself was peaceful,quiet and still. It was almost ominous, as the calm before the storm. The light breeze blowing,catching the attention of our young writer. He stood up,walked towards the window and took a moment to enjoy the view of the city lights in t