When I first started writing, one of my deepest fears was getting attached to one of the character and then have him killed. Here is one of my failures.
When I first started writing, one of my deepest fears was getting attached to one of the character and then have him killed. Here is one of my failures.
A failed attempt of describing a place I don’t know and can’t understand. I hope it helps you see how strange my thought can turn when I let them.
A personal story that could be the beginning of my writing career, even before I was able to understand how important it was.
A short story about a boy who thought love was just a tale old people like to share. He never imagine experiencing these sensations with just one sight.
Once upon a time, on a day very much like this one, a fleet of ships descended from the sky and an invasion began. This is how the story always starts when it’s told to children at bedtime. Life changed dramatically after the invasion, and things were never the same. It was on a day like this one that Max went out into the forest to gather herbs. The forest was not like the forests we know today; it was a magnificent forest that stretched from the foothills to the horizon. People lived in harmony with the forest, not knowing what the future would bring. The story of what happened next is nothing more than a fantastic tale that grandmothers tell their grandchildren about a world that our ancestors lived in. They say it was a beautiful world that had to be sacrificed for the survival of the species. Max
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