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Train to the Edge of the Moon
by Asper Blurry
Publication date: October 28th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

"Don't give in to the darkness. There's always another way."

Punk is no ordinary millennial who takes the life as it is. She has a nasty habit of getting in troubles, she shows the middle finger to prejudice and stupidity, she fights against her broken identity and darkness of her soul. She goes against the stream with her heavy, tight shoes, but she still tries to be a better person. Punk’s adventurous journey to become someone who matters starts in a Place Without a Name, continues in Italy and London. Her train is full of sad reflections, laughs, modern tales about our young lives, relationships and occasional heartbreaks.

“Train to the Edge of the Moon” is about all shades of the young people reality – struggles with career, romances, feeling lost in the corporate machinery, feeling misunderstood and rejected by society. It’s funny, it makes you laugh and in the next moment it gets sad and dark and you want to crawl in the corner and cry a little. It also raises controversial issues such as addictions, depression, and abuse. Those who have been beaten down, trampled over and nearly robbed of everything that makes them who they are, those who refuse to adapt and be another brick in the wall in the modern mayhem will find here hope and strength to fight for their happiness and peace of soul.

Imagine “Girl, interrupted” partying up with the older “Catcher in the Rye” and immerse your curiosity in Punk’s wild adventures.

“When you do nothing, you can't expect changes and that the universe will do all the hard work for you.”

Chapter 1

Gloomy room
immersed in a scent
of modern cowards
Filled with
shapeless creatures
sitting in silence
because they have
nothing to say
Fake plastic faces
with a grimace
of disappointment
painted on them
Are we stuck on hold
expecting our turn
in a waiting room
of so-called
lost generation?

London 2015

Weak raindrops were pouring down her leather jacket. It was raining every day lately, and she missed the warmth of Italian sun. Yet Punk couldn't leave London just like that. It wasn't just some place for her. She considered London to be a he. A breathing creature with his virtues, weaknesses and vices. His violent dynamism was intoxicating. It would bring her joyful moments of light mixed with deep secrets of a black soul. At first, his huge size and activity caused her dizziness and it took her a while to adjust.
Punk was waiting for them in front of the Oxford Circus tube. Her long, brown hair was tangled by the strong wind. These days it wouldn't allow her to breathe consciously. A frozen glimmer of the sun appeared on the gray sky, buried behind the dark clouds. But no one bothered to spot it happening above the vivid city life. Punk was like a single shadow that ran within the turmoil of passing strangers on Oxford Street. Quick and invisible like a current of the wild river.
Sometimes the wave of London’s beauty would throw her into unknown dangerous waters, sinking her with anxiety and astonishment. The city is very demanding. He doesn’t want you. He wants all of you; pushing you inside his unique core of riot. And if you’re not strong or confident enough he will spit you out like a piece of used shred. He will devour all your vigor, leaving you with naked ass hid in the bushes.
Punk resembled London in many ways. But she couldn't stay alive like he did. She could feel life only through glass. It made her hungry and eager to try and live it all. Mostly in homelessness and detachment.
Yet when she saw her two lovers emerging from the stream of dim sunlight a delicate glow covered her pale cheeks. It looked like a smile. She was less scared now after all they’d been through, but she still couldn’t get used to feeling this way.
Someone said she was beautiful and untouchable. So where did all this ugliness come from? Was it her illusion? Was it their notion? Was it even real?

Dear F.,
When I’m with Lupus it feels… I don’t really know. We’re so alike. He understands those monsters all too well. He doesn’t judge me. He knows how it burns. And yet when we’re together it’s like fire meeting another fire. We consume each other.
With her, though… She’s different. Smart, brilliant. She makes me laugh. I know I’m someone important to her. I matter. But she’s not broken.
Shit. How can I explain it if I don’t understand those feelings? It’s so strange. I want to spend time with them even though we already had sex. It’s freaking me out. Something’s wrong with me. I mean I’m one crazy bitch (there are more than one of them in my head, as you know). But that’s normal. I know how to deal with it. And this? Whatever it is with them, it’s completely fucked up.
When I'm around them I smile like an idiot and it's easier to breathe. This weight becomes lighter to carry. Don't get me wrong, there are no butterflies in any part of my body and I don't pee my panties like a jumping puppy when I see them. Plus I want to hide my great ass under some big, biiig rock. And I still hate myself. Though a little less to be honest. And I kind of like it. Not self-hatred or being born under the dislocated hamster, but you know, this other thing.
Well, that night on the RV roof was fun. We took magic mushrooms and we went wild. I know that because we taped ourselves. Oh, and I wasn’t afraid of hallucinogens anymore because if I started to trip they’d come up with something to tame me. Or they’d go nuts as well, and we’d end up in nutnessland. And I wouldn’t have to be alone there.
I’m seeing them again tonight. Nice. Very nice. Fucking very terribly nice!!! Oh, no, no, what’s happening to me?! I think I’m having a panic attack!

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About the Author

Asper Blurry is a writer, poet, thinker, seeker, traveler and much more. She often finds herself in places of different dimensions and cruel whispers, far from the dreamland. But that's the price she pays for her creations and she keeps writing because of this artistic force inside her heart and mind.

Her voice is genuine, blunt and raw, sometimes poetic and mysterious. She writes freely about our ordinary life and the reality of modern, young people. She's not afraid of  addressing controversial issues such as addictions, depression and intolerance. She's convinced that if her writing touches your soul or makes you feel something, all those nights spent in the darkness on the other side will be worth it.

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