“There’s a story… a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree… and never rests until it’s found one. And then it sings… more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. As it’s best… is bought only at the cost of great pain. BEST BOOK EVER!!!”
Lack of Inspiration I used to write all the time.. I just love writing. Once I thought I was made to write because nothing could ever make me happy like knowing I wrote something good. I had a notebook I was allways carrying around so I wouldn’t miss any idea for story of whatever. I didn’t want my friends to read my stories, but I didn’t want to grow old knowing that I might have acomplished something, but I just never tried. So… I started blog. How awesome… But since I have, I haven’t wrote ANYTHING. Not even something so lame that I would be embarassed. Simply nothing. I didn’t want my blog to become my diary, but I just thought I should write anything and my Inspiration would come back to me! What about saying a prayer for Muse or who ever has to do something with Inspiration? Please, oh Muse, give me the lightening stroke or whatever you do just to make me write again! Please…                                                                           Gala Jones.

Lack of Inspiration

I used to write all the time.. I just love writing. Once I thought I was made to write because nothing could ever make me happy like knowing I wrote something good. I had a notebook I was allways carrying around so I wouldn’t miss any idea for story of whatever.

I didn’t want my friends to read my stories, but I didn’t want to grow old knowing that I might have acomplished something, but I just never tried. So… I started blog. How awesome… But since I have, I haven’t wrote ANYTHING. Not even something so lame that I would be embarassed. Simply nothing.

I didn’t want my blog to become my diary, but I just thought I should write anything and my Inspiration would come back to me! What about saying a prayer for Muse or who ever has to do something with Inspiration?

Please, oh Muse, give me the lightening stroke or whatever you do just to make me write again! Please…

                                                                          Gala Jones.

melodyhansen: (by Kristine May.) There is a place in the world like nowhere else. A place where dreams come true. A place where gray streets become a path for the unwanted. A place where your Desire finds her ways through the oceans of Duty and becomes free. A place like no other place. LONDON <3
It was 11pm last night when Sasha was returning home. She was eating strawberries she bought on her way and thinking about a guy. She hated him for that. She hated them both. And that night was supposed to be a great one… It kinda was until a friend called with newest information. Johnny got himself a girlfriend. The fact that he was kissing Sasha fifteen days ago and now he’s kissing an another girl was pretty devastating. She was trying to make herself think that wasn’t that good kiss and he’s not the first or the last she kissed! But she couldn’t, she liked him and wanted him to kiss her more… Her mind was completely blank. She could only think that Johnny is finishing school in a few weeks, she’s going to avoid him for a few weeks and that’s how that something they had is going to finish. Her mind was showing her images of him with that new girl. Sasha never had hopes she and Johnny will deeply fall in love and be live happily ever after. She wanted them to be friends, she liked talking to him and felt like he’s someone who could be there for her, but now when she kinda found out none of that’s gonna happen she felt bad. As her thoughts were with Johnny and she was in the middle of the street, sirene of a taxi brought her back to real world. That driver almost ran over her and she couldn’t help it, she started laughing out loud. ‘Johnny’, she tought, ‘if I die now, you’ll go to hell!’
“Art is the best way to say ‘Fuck you’ to reality.”
About… I guess I first started this because I don’t want to tell my friends whatever comes to my mind, but I want to tell it to someone, so random stranger is perfect option :) All of these stuff I write are most likely made up or have a little bit of truth in it, but they aren’t entirely true. The names I’m going to use in my stories are Sasha for girl and Johnny for guy cause those are my favourite names. I hope you will find something you like here, so let’s get started :)

About…

I guess I first started this because I don’t want to tell my friends whatever comes to my mind, but I want to tell it to someone, so random stranger is perfect option :)
All of these stuff I write are most likely made up or have a little bit of truth in it, but they aren’t entirely true.
The names I’m going to use in my stories are Sasha for girl and Johnny for guy cause those are my favourite names.
I hope you will find something you like here, so let’s get started :)