Lock your house at night

Every night when I was young, my father used to tell me stories. Stories about monsters living in our world, lurking in the dark, looking for new prey to catch. Naive people, too irresponsible, foolish to listen to their parents, acting courageous and venture into the night, trying to find if the stories were true or not.  Continue reading

Do I have regrets?

How many things do I regret in life? If you’d ask me while out for a coffee, I’d pretend to think very hard, try to remember what has happened to me and if I would do things differently. And after a while, I’d say something along the lines of “I don’t think I would change anything or do things differently as they made me who I am today”. Continue reading

Someone still cares…

Ever since I was young, my favourite subjects in school were literature and art. I disliked all projects where you were supposed to talk in front of a class and I preferred to express myself through words and paint. And I started writing stories that were forming in the back of my mind while in class, walking home, during a conversations with a friend, while hearing a particular song. Some were formed while I was going through a rough time and in order to calm myself, to try and get through what was happening, I would write. Continue reading