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Almost

September 13th, 2018. I was at my day job (night job to be exact), 11pm when my phone binged a notification. New email. Without opening the mail, I could read the first sentence of the email: "Dear Dem, I am very pleased to say we are interested in publishing Barricades in...." aaand BOOM! My sight … Continue reading Almost

Who you are

  Ten years of solitude, as expected, taught me a lot. And when I say "solitude" I don't mean I was living in a cave, eating insects. No. I mean I holed myself in my shell and didn't care what was happening outside. How can you understand the world if you don't understand yourself? In … Continue reading Who you are

Insanity

I’m looking at you, laughing. I want to break you into a thousand pieces. Stop. No. Don’t laugh. Don’t turn your back at me, asshole. I’m trembling, my heart races, and you laugh. Is that irony I see in your eyes? I want to make your pretty face unrecognizable. Don’t look at them. Don’t let … Continue reading Insanity

F

  I was the average popular kid at school, while being bullied at the gym. I would spend three to four hours a day, six times a week in a high ceiling gym, filled with the scent of sweat, dried up sponge and the stomach turning sweetness of air freshener. Apart from the inhuman conditions … Continue reading F

My first rejection

Soon after I decided to start publishing my stories, a publisher was looking for novellas on a specific theme. Making a quick outline in my head, I started writing a spin-off to my novel. By the deadline, my novella was finished. It was 4am (my personal 11:11) and I was at work, one month later, … Continue reading My first rejection

What do I do now?

Recently, I came across a Call for Submissions for a series of novellas, that had me instantly interested. I emailed the publisher, gave them a vague idea about what I plan to write and got a deadline for September the 1st. Procrastination is a writer’s biggest enemy, so I made sure, not to fall in … Continue reading What do I do now?

What would you do?

When it hurts to be you, there are two options: live with the pain or stop being you. What do you do? If a bomb was brewing in your gut for years, tossing you around in unexplainable anger, anxiety and occasional misanthropy, What would you do? When it finally explodes, anger subsides, anxiety turns to … Continue reading What would you do?

My Puppeteer

  It’s been so long since the last time I wrote for you, but whenever I try to remember how desperation feels, I think of you. It feels like eons since I decided to disassociate  from your web and even longer since I saw your eyes sparkling right back at me. Let me tell you, … Continue reading My Puppeteer