Pages filled with letters

Do you want to be a writer? Do you want to write a book people would like to read? I know I do. And on my quest to create a readable book, I have learned many tips and tricks and gained some valuable knowledge on the does and don'ts in writing. I'd love share all that with you.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014 0 comments

Day 30: Crush :)

He told me that it's just a crush.
That I will get over it.
That time heals everything.
Turns out he was right.
Now I feel bad that I buried him in the woods.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014 0 comments

Day 29: Door

She showed him the door.
He showed her the inside... of a coffin.
Monday, 3 March 2014 0 comments

Day 28: Window

Every day  he stood by the window and looked if she wasn't coming.
If she doesn't walk amongst the flowers towards him.
He stood by that window day and night, in the summer, spring, winter.
He stood there filled with longing and sorrow.
She was the only one he waited for, for her he woke up, for her he stayed awake.
He waited.

But Death didn't come.

Sunday, 2 March 2014 0 comments

Day 27: Sin

Adultery is a sin, so we called it helping those in need of love.
Stealing is a sin, so we called it borrowing things with little intention of returning them.
Suicide is a sin, so we called it cleansing the world's gene pool.
Murder is a sin. We don't have a new name for it.
Saturday, 1 March 2014 0 comments

Day 26: Comrade

My "comrade" doesn't talk, doesn't help, he's completely useless. It would have been better to take a deadman along.

Nope. Turns out I was wrong.
Friday, 28 February 2014 0 comments

Day 25: Play

He kept asking them to play with him. They pretended not to hear him.
They kept asking him for help. He pretended not to hear them.
Their cries were a music to his ears.
They taught him what desolation tastes like.
Winning the lottery taught him what satisfaction tastes like.
Thursday, 27 February 2014 0 comments

Day 24: Tourist

When a sea of tourists passed daily through the house in which she killed her husband and her seven children, for the first time in her life Marie thought that there might be something wrong with the humanity.