The Darkest Hour

25. September 2017 Art, Writing 3
The Darkest Hour
It is quite possible that you have all read about my thesis work already. Well, I’ve finally finished it and defended it, and I got the magnificent mark of 100/100! After all the work and all the hours spent I couldn’t be happier. I have talked many times about my project, but I am still ...

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The Darkest Hour. Book trailer

22. September 2017 Writing 6
The Darkest Hour. Book trailer
Thesis work done and my book almost finished! Step by step dreams seem to come true and I just have to be patient a bit more and to find a way to turn my first book into something real.Honestly, I would love to find an editor interested in my story, but I am aware of ...

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In the rain

30. August 2017 Writing 1
In the rain
It was raining once more, and the city seemed to be paralyzed again. Cars crowded the dark streets and people crowded under the corbels and into the shops. How curious is the way a couple of raindrops can cause such chaos to an entire city. She was sitting by the window with a book closed in her ...

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The dreadful angel

03. August 2017 Writing 2
The dreadful angel
What is the meaning of this life? What is the sense of existence when hope is long since gone? What is the meaning of wandering aimlessly through this existence as a mourning soul? Lost, tortured, desperate. What is the point of being part of a reality that you cannot reach, which in your eyes is ...

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Ink heart

Ink heart
Many days had passed since that first moment when he realized that something in his body was changing. All that time he had been struggling to hide it, but now it had reached a point where it was already too difficult to conceal, in which the curious eyes of those around him inevitably perched on ...

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Her reflection

Her reflection
It all began the day she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror smiling with all her heart. That slight but sincere curve on her red lips was something she had never seen before on her very own face. She stood paralyzed in front of the mirror, watching her reflection, watching how that little ...

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The light of the storm

The light of the storm
Sitting there, in front of the opened balcony, she watched as the grey clouds crowded over subtle silhouette of the city, foreseeing the imminent arrival of a great storm and swallowing within all the light of the incipient twilight. The night had come much sooner than it usually did, but that didn’t matter, for the ...

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The Beauty of Melancholy

The Beauty of Melancholy
Her empty gaze was lost somewhere in the distance. Anyone could have said that she was watching life through the window, anyone could have said that she looked nostalgically the pouring rain. But the truth was that she looked much further, she looked at that which normal eyes can’t see, she looked at that which ...

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The Hanged Man’s Tree

09. March 2017 Writing 0
The Hanged Man’s Tree
I do not write this letter as a way to justify my actions; I do not attempt to give a reason to that what I am going to do, to that what I have been studying and investigating for so long, to that against what I have fought so hard; I do not intend with ...

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