Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

— Hans Christian Andersen.

I'm living out my dreams.

You become a house where the wind blows straight through; because no one bothers the crack in the window or the lock on the door, and you're the house where people come and go as they please, because you're simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who really shouldn't let in, and you let them walk around for awhile, use your bed and use your books, await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You're still not bothered, though you know they shouldn't have let in the first place,  but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in a dessert.

— Charlotte Erikkson, Your're Doing Just Fine.


Hallo noch einmal.


Short Story #1.

What Next?

Written by Melloke.

All the thoughts and words and questions that flooded my mind overwhelmed me entirely.  Exasperated and placed in an uncomfortable position, the thoughts began to run wilder than imagined.. Almost as if I lost control of my sense of self, I always realise that the only word that stood out in my mind was "overcome". It was not that other matters do not matter; it was somehow just that the realisation that a word that seemed so random and perhaps associated to a train of thoughts that could simply be shrugged off in a snigger and a happy feeling.


Short Story #2

Without worries, happiness cannot be felt; vice versa.

Written by Melloke.

It was just another worrisome day for the worried wolly. He ran into something unexpected when he was worrying outside. While the weather was clear and sunny—radiating with jubilant joy, worried wolly was worrying about the clouds that begin to fill up. Worried about the sudden change in atmosphere, it made worried wolly wonder if the clouds were worth worrying about. Finally, coming to a cultured conclusion, worried wolly began to think about how to stop worrying. With that in mind,worried wolly wandered off and found himself back home with expected worries that would always worry worried wolly.


Wir sehen uns wieder.



Like every night.
I love my life.
But when I open up my blurry eyes
It's not as nice.


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