The Writer: Chapter 16

I have this strange custom. Every morning I like to go to the park and sit on the same bench and just gaze at the sun. For as long as I can, until my neck starts aching or my head starts hurting. If someone else is sitting on the bench, I stroll around the park until they leave.
One winter morning, something happened.
A woman was standing in the middle of the frozen lake, her feet struggling to keep her body balanced. It’s been so long since that moment that I forgot what she looked like. But I remember that she had a beautiful smile.
She was in love, that I am sure of.

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[Short Story]The Labyrinth

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The labyrinth is a web of corridors going nowhere. A structure so elaborate it inspires fear and chaos in the minds of those trapped.

The labyrinth is, also, indifferent. It exists. What happens inside is ruled by different forces.

There must be a way out. A secret passage. A shortcut.

Those who ask why will get only one answer.

What if there isn’t one? What if the light at the end of the tunnel is an illusion?

This labyrinth has no sense of humor, even though many of its captives will laugh through clenched teeth, trying to free themselves from rage.

From desolation. From fear. From anger. From the dark silence that surrounds them.

It’s so quiet inside this maze that the only noise is created by your mind, by your eager heartbeats, by your footsteps.

You are alone.

Utterly and inconsolably so.

The rules that were used to build this maze cannot be used against it.

In a way, there are no rules. Continue reading

[Short Story] For Sale

It is believed the worst kind of suffering to be uncertainty. Humans prefer a bitter truth to having to face the fear of not knowing. The emotional roller coaster, so to speak. People want to know, even if it means breaking their own hearts, over and over again, with the inevitability of their fate. They want to know.

This is why people called Taissa and asked for an appointment. She’d tell them she was busy until the end of the year. They’d beg and promise and… she’d finally agree to half an hour just before dawn or a lunch break in a shopping mall. They knew she knew. They wanted to know what she knew.

Taissa could predict the future.

Sort of.

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Heaven or Hell? Now or Later?

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…” – John Milton, Paradise Lost

Have you ever met someone who, objectively speaking, has it all, yet they are miserable, depressed, anxious? Have you ever met someone who is constantly seeking out problems, creating issues where they don’t exist, overreacting, overthinking, and spending most of their time trying to identify what exactly is wrong with their lives?

Have you ever met someone who could be happy and fulfilled if only they’d give up on a bad habit or addiction? Yet, even though they ask for help and always talk about changing their ways, they never do so. Continue reading

Kill Them With Kindness

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” —  Martin Luther King Jr.

Being mean to someone else, particularly when dealing with situations in which the other person is displaying incompetence, is effortless and often efficient. The result is that you’ve probably ruined their day. It can be difficult to keep cool in such situations, especially when you feel your precious time being wasted, but that’s the thing about being kind: it’s not supposed to be easy.

There’s often a choice to be made: efficient reproach, or less effective, patient kindness. Continue reading

Women

http---40.media.tumblr.com-f2af21c5b17736008b8c0d0aabd9f6dc-tumblr_nhy463XHvn1qja5e1o1_400Women. Some are like air. They fill up the entire space available inside your heart. Chameleonic in nature, they quickly adapt to become your biggest dream… or your worst nightmare. They take everything you give them, without even asking. Continue reading

The Road to Success…


You know the saying that “the road to success is always under construction?” It’s a constant process, a constant battle.

Failure is not the opposite of success. It’s a stepping stone. An important element of it. Each and every single time you fail, you’re actually getting closer to success.

Hard work pays off.

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