I will start a story series of what I want to become a novel.Other forms of stories will be added as times goes by.
This new segment of my blog will consist of short stories,novellas and ‘wannabe’ novels of all genres (thriller,romance,horror),all written by me.
it will be written from chapter to chapter or from phase to phase.Basically written in a linear and understandable manner.I’ve wanted to do this for a while now.Writing stories have been my passion and i am happy that I can now share them to the world.
The name of the first “wannabe” novel series is synesthesia .It is a thriller of some sort.
Brief background info of synesthesia-
An experiment is carried out on a girl who is the perfect test subject with a unique gene coding, to see how much emotion and psychological pain a human can endure.It gets worse as the experiment leaves just being a mind play to her actual reality.
The ability to develop certain features to withstand different environments and conditions.Every living creature adapts.This is a skill all humans possess.In animals and plant life,the features are more physiological,while in people they are of a psychological/behavioral kind.
I have found out the answer I was searching for.What makes particular people in humanity trive and survive?Like most great answers,it is very simple.Adaptation.This is what influences growth.It makes a millionaire rich and it has the same driving force that enables the same millionaire to have no problem being one,even when all wealth is taken away.
When there are hardships learn how to adapt to it.When you are struggling with lack of money,adapt and grow.When money comes,get used to the flow and spend accordingly.Adaptation is an important life force.We are starting to forget this power we have inside of us due to recent occurrences.A constant rememberance is necessary to use our inbuilt magic worker.
Do not think you are ever alone
You are surrounded by the stars that glows
The rivers that forever flows
All of natures delightful wonder
The universe speaks to you at every moment
There is always companionship
Though you seem to be isolated
It tells of peace available when you look within
From the inside can the universe first be revealed
There is a friend in everything that grows
The plant and trees speak to you
They tell you to cheer up
There is great peace within you
The animals you see give a beacon of hope
You are not alone
Surrounded by all wonderful created things,you are
I feel myself leaving
My fantasy world-
The place I had made
For all my impossible dreams to live
I am going away
Because I can handle it no more
What use is there to life
If the best moments are in your head
When I go,
I don’t know where to find peace
But surely it will come
If not,who cares?
Let me deceive myself,please
For it is much easier this way
Once I enjoy my bowl of lies
Then I will move on again
If the cure to pain is delusion
Aren’t I allowed to have it?
Who am I to act strong?
When I face an impossible truth
They say when your life is falling apart
The end result might be pleasant
But for me,I am too scared to face this
Maybe one day I will look back and laugh
Thinking I was so wrongly afraid
But today,give me my bowl of lies
Since I need it to survive
Then let me have it,please!
“Cheap fabrics,cheap meals”
“I deserve more than this!”
But what did you do for yourself?
Did you go out to work
Rather than sit and complain
Daydreaming of gold and silver
Craving for the riches of the earth
Even when it stared at you in the mirror
The underestimation of what you can do yourself
Without the nagging and begging
Or waiting for a guilty meal ticket
You deserve more,
only when you give more, in talent and practicality
I once said I hated poetry
Well,here I am writing one
I had told someone I preferred prose
Because I thought I was good at only that
It was the best form of art to me
The rich worlds of my characters…
Though prose would forever remain my first love
I have now fallen for poetry too
Funny how life works
Not every one will understand
What you try to express
Or deep down,how your turmoil began to create art
It is like a mirror
The 2nd person sees only a reflection of themselves
It was not good enough
My contemplation and comprehension
Never was it right
My Pain,my tears and aches
Could never change the world
Destiny occurred as already planned
The hate felt might never go away
Bitterness could become a cousin
Because it was not enough
It never was
There is no death
Only new beginnings
For flowers bloom afresh
Manure becomes a friend
There is no death
As my heart broke to pieces
Only to be mended again
To re break itself
There is no death
When I see your tears
And I feel your fears
I hope you do not fret
Because death does not exist
What might be life for you
Might be death for another
So there is no death
Only life in a different form