Who is He?
Jay Gatsby is my pee[1], but he was shot. Ever since, I have not known who he is – it has all been some sort of Dyatlov-Pass like mystery. I’ve heard the rumours, how he murdered a young man in his golden car and that he was bound for jail. However, my family tells me that He was a charitable orange[2], not capable of crime. Every time I think about Him, I collapse...

Who is He?
Jay Gatsby is my pee[1], but he was shot. Ever since, I have not known who he is – it has all been some sort of Dyatlov-Pass like mystery. I’ve heard the rumours, how he murdered a young man in his golden car and that he was bound for jail. However, my family tells me that He was a charitable orange[2], not capable of crime. Every time I think about Him, I collapse...

Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

Hey all,

I've decided to do a second Q&A, mainly because I'm bored and drowning in HW.

Questions?

Good.

From definitely-not-your-favorite-author,
rosemarywisdom

5+1 Prompt - Reflections on Deaths in My Life
1. I can't remember you much. Instead of the tears, the food and unity of the family was the main thing I took away. Now I know never to smoke.
2.You were always fascinated with what I was up to at school. I was really hoping you'd live to 100. Oddly enough, the song that sent you off was the song I most recently learned on the ukulele. Now I know...

Anyone else interested in becoming a peer ambassador? Or maybe you were already one and could tell me how you found it?

Thanks,
rosemarywisdom xx

Chapter 12

        Luke

I stand in front of the knight’s quarters, my fingers hovering only inches above the door knob, not wanting to pull away, but not strong enough to continue forward. It is reminiscent of the first time.
    “If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.”Jessica’s parting words echoed in my mind as I snuck about the castle grounds the night after her “assassination attempt.” I found the female squires’...

Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

Dear dreams,
You remembered that child who once promised to fulfill you? That little young mind is me. So I thought to write to you and let you know once for all- “I didn’t intend to go away.” 
The closer I think you are, the farther you move away from me. You know that I had promised to be an excellent Chess player when I was young, I'm sorry I didn't made it so...
I'm sorry I actually monitored those...

I know autumn has come when I wake with a wet nose. 

Warmth still clings to the air. Anywhere that isn't watered by the streams and rivers is dry from a summer with temperatures in the hundreds. Dust still fills the air as the cooling mornings turn into sweaty afternoons. Sun blasts my skin, turns it red and sticky. But when night comes, I can snuggle into a hoodie and relish the chill in the air. 

October is coming. With...

Who is He?
Jay Gatsby is my pee[1], but he was shot. Ever since, I have not known who he is – it has all been some sort of Dyatlov-Pass like mystery. I’ve heard the rumours, how he murdered a young man in his golden car and that he was bound for jail. However, my family tells me that He was a charitable orange[2], not capable of crime. Every time I think about Him, I collapse...

Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

Hey all,

I've decided to do a second Q&A, mainly because I'm bored and drowning in HW.

Questions?

Good.

From definitely-not-your-favorite-author,
rosemarywisdom

Anyone else interested in becoming a peer ambassador? Or maybe you were already one and could tell me how you found it?

Thanks,
rosemarywisdom xx

Chapter 12

        Luke

I stand in front of the knight’s quarters, my fingers hovering only inches above the door knob, not wanting to pull away, but not strong enough to continue forward. It is reminiscent of the first time.
    “If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.”Jessica’s parting words echoed in my mind as I snuck about the castle grounds the night after her “assassination attempt.” I found the female squires’...

Chapter 11

        Luke

The haze lifts and I am once again in control of my body. I can feel myself shaking, I can feel my insides churning, signifying that mata taulai atu is over. It is one thing when I am covered in the blood of my enemies or the blood of those I am instructed to torture. In order to remain even the least bit sane I have had to take solace in the fact that I...

I know autumn has come when I wake with a wet nose. 

Warmth still clings to the air. Anywhere that isn't watered by the streams and rivers is dry from a summer with temperatures in the hundreds. Dust still fills the air as the cooling mornings turn into sweaty afternoons. Sun blasts my skin, turns it red and sticky. But when night comes, I can snuggle into a hoodie and relish the chill in the air. 

October is coming. With...

                                                                            Prologue



They say that life flashes before your eyes before you die, but in my case, Maurice’s eyes full of fear as his hand slowly slipped from my grasp flashed right in front of me, literally, I held on as tight as I could but I knew that my strength was losing the battle as he was hanging over the cliff, at the moment before he fell, which was a sheer drop two hundred feet or so into the...

Note    29/5/2020
… Perhaps I should visit a psych but how do I explain all I know? I’ve somehow been wired to the artificial world as all my senses are connected through instant ‘searches’ I guess. My thoughts are intertwined with all information I consume. I’m too far in the game for scandals and stigmatizing labels.
So in conclusion, this is my outlet to remember my emotions and why I associate myself with those I love besides their net-worth.
And...

Each moment was a matter of life and death, struggling up Salkantay Mountain, the highest peak in the Vilcabamba range of the Peruvian Andes. My father's ragged encouragement was but a frail wisp in the cutting wind. The only way up was to push my thoughts aside. I could no longer rightly consider myself an athlete. I had to keep stopping, though I knew from experience that a minute of rest could turn into an hour. Even so, I refused...