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The empty bags on the floor

05 May 2016

 The cat is considered one of the most comfortable pets for a small house, especially for owners that luck in free time, too. And that's cause cats are independent animals, unlike dogs or even humans. Since they're little, they learn how to use their sand, they eat without begging for it, they don't need a walk and do form a unique personality, whereas dogs are loyal reflections of their owners.

The cat's paws indicated his location, in every step he took. Crunch, crunch, crunch. He would examine the smell of the empty leftover bags, like he could solve the mystery, just by his smell. His long and white whiskers would follow his spasmodic dance moves, adding even more comeliness to his motion. Most of us would say that this animal must have been impassible; continuing his day like nothing has changed. But if you could, for a moment remove your jacket of common sense, you could then see that cat as an explorer, a detective, or even the culpable himself, who is schizophrenically examining his masterpiece.

Everything in that small and only room of the apartment stayed completely the same unfaltering as they were. The furniture, the glasses of water, the books, the images. Lifeless, as they should be, quiet, as they should sound. Just a cigarettes adding an extra movement in space, except the cat's one. Lighted, as it was, forgotten in the ashtray, smoking on its own. The smoke would climb upwards slowly, swirling and then disappearing before reaching the sealing. It was about time, it would finish, too.

The time was four sharp and the water on the carpet was now dry. The only thing left in liquid form, was the blood pond in the center of the room. The wheels of the inverted desk chair had stopped turning and the body was now already cold. Hours had passed, days and whole nights, till someone finally looked for her. Once they found her, the bodies had multiplied.

The one being the writer and the other being the cat.

The last stroke on the typewriter wrote, "Farewell."

Find all of the books chapter on Wattpad :

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/70782951-pen-stories

See you both soon!

[whisperhunter]

Let’s get Started

#PenStories | May 02, 2016

Okay then, so where can I start... Point is almost nobody is ever going to read the first post (lol) so let me try a bit and explain what's going on here.

 Let me tell you a story, about a girl and a pen.

  Pens were made in a time of need, when people needed to express feelings, keep memories and notes, down on a paper so that those things would never be forgotten. So that all these ideas, feelings and creations could be kept inside pages that would be forever hidden in shelves up untill someone ever looked for them. And the thing is, you can look for them at anytime, you can take your notes with you, carry them and edit them, give them away, share and expand them.    Exploration became a game for knownledge hunters. And don't you ever forget, that knownlodge is indeed, a power. That's why so many books have been burned throughout time, so as to prevent people to have access to such a powerfull weapon and keep them in darkness where they could manipulate the crowds and use them as the high society people wanted. So writing was their way to comunicate both in the open and also in secret. Writings we find today round the world give us detailed info from a period of time that we would never be able to access in real life. So this window gives us a taste of what it was like, what it felt like living there, what facinated them and what scared them, what they lived both good and bad memories printed onto some pieces of paper, delivered to us through time, giving us the chance to meet those people and explore them from pretty close.

  When the pen first got to that girl's hands she couldn't feel less happy for the feeling it gave her, from just holding that tiny thing onto her hands. She would try to write but continiously fail and that for she didn't yet know how to write. When she got to an age when she could finally write down complete sentences, the girls stories started coming to life. She was only 7 when her teacher turned to her mother and said "It seems she got a talent, i can see it in her pages, every line look like it's not a little girl just writing random words, here and there." But that talent was not yet to be revealed. As she got older she continued writing, mostly songs but then one morning, after a few of her friends abandoned her, she started writing her first story, her first book. Before that she would only keep a diary, a real one and a hopefully achievably miserable one. 

  The first one is the typical every day diary every teenager once tried to keep, usually during hard times, when things got bad. The second one I suppose you're still wondering what the hell? So let me tell you about her second diary, the one she would always hide, cause it was an almost everyday diary about memories and experiencies she never really went through. It was all a big ugly lie. But to your surprise she felt like she had been through all of these stuff. It all felt like a dream you see before you fell asleep, she could tell the difference between real life and dreaming, but her memories of them both felt the same. What a mind hah?

  Up untill that period of time all of these corrupted/confusing memories seemed like some kind of an escape for her. Days and years would pass, she would grow older and older, she would write more stories, more lies, more thoughts, she would admit her mistakes and she would always return to those mistakes for guidness and advice. But during her 18 year of life she realised every lie and every fiction her mind would have created were now starting to become real. Her worst nightmares, her craziest dreams, her lost ambitions and everything she would have ever write would become a new upgraded memory. Every line would take flesh and finally become a real story to tell.

So the writer has finally passed the phase one : 

The transition.

  Every story like this one can be found here on Wattpad, in my new book Pen Stories:

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/70782951-pen-stories

​ I'll try to keep posting everyday my new chapters, ideas, anything I find interesting and course one of the most important things I want to post is stories of your own. Send me anything you can't discuss freely, stories you need to get out there and anything else you feel like sending!

Magic is on the way guys...

So I hope that's enough for a start, hope to see your pair of eyes again soon.

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