Breathe in, breathe out
I like going home.
Currently I live in a city that is one of the biggest cities in my country – namely in Wrocław, Poland.
On global scale it is not so big, only about 650,000 inhabitants.
And yet, for me it’s big.
Sacrifice… it is all good if you are doing the sacrificing…
- -But I do know that I do not love you. You are my wife. I own you my loyalty, if nothing else. But I cannot give you anything else. My love was never yours. And it will never be.
It’s nothing…
…not even the best thing I wrote. And it’s just a draft anyway. The final version will be much better. So please, do not judge my skills based on what your reading now.
Sounds familiar?
We all have our fears.
I am weird.
That is a fact.
While I turn off the light I always keep my eyes locked on the window, otherwise I am washed over by a wave of panic that I perhaps went blind.
They’re not numbers, they’re people!
- -But you do not realize how many lives it will take…
-How many? A thousand, a hundred thousand, a million? With such numbers I need not to be precise. With numbers like this nothing matters any more. Neither decency nor compassion. Nothing. If we will succeed, those who survive, will forgive us all we have done. If we fail, there will be no one left to hate us. All we need now are people who will follow us.
Changes, changes.
Hello,
today I will keep it short.
I have just fought a battle.
Or at least I feel like it.
Power play.
- “All that drama. Gods, you have let me believe that my decisions led to your death. You have let me believe that I will never see you again.”
Stepping out of one’s comfort zone…
…and embracing the world.
There are people who feel comfortable being exposed, being so called public persons.
I am not one of them.
I hate the state in between…
I wish I did not have to sleep.
I wish I did not have to worry about time.
Sometimes I wish for immortality.
On how to make your characters suffer. And sometimes your readers too.
I have neglected my duties once more.
Therefore, I have once more brought a piece of a story as a peace offering.
It is from the old version of my book. The one that I am rewriting, and it possibly will not make it to the new version.
However, I wanted to share it with you, dear readers, as I like that part, and the concept that was behind it.
Here it is:
