No change

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I haven’t written anything in quite a while, quite a long time actually, and it kind of feels like I’ve gotten somekind of almost-permentant “writers block” (not that I am much of a writer in actuality). Maybe I can blame uni and whatnot, but eh.

Anyway, this small, small piece of text was kind of hard to write. The feeling I tried to catch is something that feels.. hm, detached. So it’s quite bad and quite weird. But atleast I managed to write something. And it’s more of a poem than a story, or rather, it is.

No change

In a room seluded from time.
In a room where nothing changes.
The seasons outside changes, but the room stays the same.
The flower withers but the room stays the same.
People come and people goes, but I stay the same.
Sheets get changed, the room gets cleaned and nice,
but nothing changes.
It’s always the same.
Ignorning time, ignoring life.
In this room where the outside is simply observered.
Where the trees sway in the wind, where the sun goes
up and down.
It won’t change.
And neither will This.

Through twisted eyes

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Nope, I’m not gone yet! I’ve just had a very lack of motivation and inspiration to write anything, but now, finally, I threw something together. At first I wanted to name it “The sinners” but it felt like I wouldn’t be able to avoid religion or things that could be connected to it, so I went for something else. Thereof, not what I was thinking of writing but it’s something. Something bad, haha.

~Trivia~
Words: 349
Date: 01/08 – 12

Through twisted eyes

He drew a painting that covered his entire wall. A painting so full of colors and life. In it was his life, his dreams and his hopes. All that made the man him were in the painting. The colors vibrated through the air, almost as if they changed shape every time the man looked at it. He had shown the rest of the village his art. The fear that filled their eyes, the colors which almost took their sanity away. The man didn’t understand, “could they not see the beauty?” he wondered.

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Dark forest

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Well, for those that wonder about how it went on NaNoWriMo… well, it appears that I have a magical word limit that I get stuck on for different reasons; this limit being ~10k words. But oh wells! There is always a next year! 🙂

As for the story, it’s fresh of “the press” and one of the longer ones recently! I was actually in bed before this hit me and I thought “Okay, I’m going up, start-up my laptop and write this stuff down”. And so I did! So yeah, enjoy I guess ^^;

Trivia:
Time: 01:31 – 01:53
Date: 24/12 – 11 (yes, Christmas morning, go me! hah)
Words: 932

Dark forest

When she woke up she found herself in a dark forest. She didn’t know how she’d get there nor did she have any memories of the last three months. But she wasn’t scared. Because she still knew who she was and what in her past that had made her just her. The forest was so dark that it almost looked black. Soon she began to wonder if that wasn’t in fact the case. It took the girl a few hours before she got up and started walking on unstable legs.

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Update time~

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I havn’t written anything in quite the while, and you probably shouldn’t expect any posts during this month…

If you wonder why the answer is NaNoWriMo – National novel writing month, which I’m trying to do~
If you suddenly felt interested in the link to the site is here -> http://www.nanowrimo.org/
If you are joining, feel free to add me as a writing buddy, my nickname is “Najica”

Last year, I tried to but only reached10k words and then stopped writing. I was thinking of during the month uploading parts of that (even though it was incomplete) but it seems like I did in fact not dump it up on my gdocs, so that idea kind of died :/

Either way! I wish you all who are writing NaNoWriMo good luck and try not to lose your hope! 🙂

Colors

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When I wrote this all I had in mind was the title – colors, and that I wanted to somehow use the word “transparent”. So I didn’t really have a clue about what or how it was meant to go. Causing it to turn out, well… Okay I guess, but not exactly good. Ah well.

Trivia:
Written: 2nd October, 01:30 – 01:44
words: 468

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Colors

It all starts at a level of transparent. As time passes it slowly turns into a mix of colors. Seasons pass along with it and surely forms begin to take shape. We too, take on a color. Sometimes we can switch at will. Sometimes we slowly get dyed by someone or something else. Seeking different things and ideals we form.

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2 random poems

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As I mentioned in the post before this one (“troubles under the sky”) I also wrote two poems that night. While I’m actually unsure of if they are poems or not I decided to call them poems (cause they aren’t stories in that way for sure).

Neither of them have titles, because well, these were even more random than “troubles”. Still I’ll upload them.

Any kind of comments are of course welcome.

You can click the image for bigger size, and the “huge” gap between them two indicated that they are different poems – not one long poem.

Troubles under the sky

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Soa few weeks ago me and a friend somehow started to talk about old/not exactly so old typewriters. During our talk I remember that “Hey, I think we got a typewriter somewhere” and made my dad go dig it up for me. After some troubles I got it to work without a problem! So, while wanting to write something on it but not really knowing what it became somewhat random…. But I hope it won’t be any problems~ ^^

I think I wrote it sometime around 25/8, sometime during the night (or late evening).

I also kind of ended up writing two “poems” (“‘s cause I’m unsure if I can call them that or not…) that probably will be uploaded later.

It should also be noticed that yes, some spelling errors/tried to fix errors will be in the text cause, well, typewriter.

“picture” under the jump!

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Golden box – forgotten box

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I had the urge to write something, but I wasn’t sure of what. But I still had the feeling that “well, I have to write something.” so this is what became of it.

This one, just like the other stories I’ve written, has just gone with the flow. I don’t usually have any kind of end or such in idea when I start writing, so maybe it’s not all that odd (which is why loose ends and sudden jumps shouldn’t surprise you). And as usual, form your own interpretation about the story – points of it etc. It is you – the reader – that decides those ^^

Oh, might be added that the whole “sins” part is probably an inspiration from the book I’m currently reading – Dante’s divine comedy; the inferno. So no surprises there I think.

So for usual trivia:
Time: well, took around 15 min – 30 min to write it, finished at ~01:54
Words: 534

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Golden box – forgotten box

Somewhere, someplace there is a small little golden box. A golden box with various silver decorations. But on the front of the box there is a sentence in bronze. The sentence say: “A box filled with the memories and dreams of eternity…” But this box is nothing more than a myth in the human world. A myth that says that the person to get his or her hands on it will gain the knowledge of time, the wisdom of a sage, the feelings of a fair maiden. Many has went out on a journey to find it, where none of them has ever returned. “Maybe they had found the box?” their closest friends thought, “but if they did, then why did they not tell us?”. But the people did not know that such knowledge, such wisdom and kindness would surely be the end of the world.

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Old things part 2

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A small story I actually wrote for another writing-blog (whose name I’ve forgotten right now >.<) in swedish, using one of many writing exercises. It was something like: “roll a dice 4 times, first two decides the age, third place and forth a secret”(probably more though, like special object, what sex the character should be and such). Judging from my story, I believe I got 62, one of ’em high apartment building and a letter. It’s in swedish though and maybe a bit unedited. Ah wells, here it goes!

No direct trivia, google docs tells me I wrote it January 30th, I wouldn’t really know though ^^;

Well, enjoy the reading, even though it’s in swedish… (google translation is probably not recommended)

Den sanna historien om mannen på våning 7

Mannen på 62 år tittar ut ur sitt fönster, på våning sju i höghuset mitt i stan… Världen utanför är helt vit, och snön faller mjukare än någonsin. Parken som finns bara en liten bit utanför är helt tom, nästan som om det inte fanns något folk alls. Framför honom finns ett papper, en penna och ett förstoringsglas. Han ger ut en liten suck och tänker tillbaka då han var ung – de tiderna då allting blev fel. En tjej han gillade, ett misstag han aldrig skulle kunna ta bort. En andra chans fanns inte.

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A white room and rain

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This was one I got the core idea which is just a small fraction from the whole part while laying around doing nothing, the rest of the story is well…
The type where you write as you go I guess. For once, it’s a bit on the longer part. And I guess I really need to stop with the “The girl” thing huh?

The usual trivia:
Written: 14/7 -11
Time: 23:13 – 23:45
Words: ~987

And a small note: This story could be 2 types of story, one – the kind where you have to figure out the ending yourself
(aka open ending) and second – closed ending. If you wish to come up with your own ending, stop reading at the ~~’s, or if you want
come up with your own & read the ending I created, it’s up to you ^^

Enjoy it as you please!

A white room and rain

The girl was laying in the white sofa, in the white room, staring at the fan on the ceiling. Her arm dangling down from the side, slightly touching the floor. Her other hand was acting as a shade for the eyes, so that the lights from the fan wouldn’t dazzle her. Aside from the sofa and the fan, there was nothing more in the plain white room, except a window and a door. A door she never went out of. And the window facing the never changing scenery of gray-blue with rain.

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