There is no point in living. If you just asked “why”, I should ask you “WHY NOT ?” Is there any point in living ? If you found any, tell me about it ! Let us analyze the life of a person and see the meaning of her life…if there is any. Also, let us… Continue reading No Point In Living
Author: Sinder Velvin
I am a writer, altough I do other things as well. I don't really know what to say. I'm born on 24 March 1978. I have decided to write short stories for this website, to see if I'm any good...
Worser Things Than Shadows
I do not know what is going on. The curtains…the walls. Somebody is knocking in the walls ! And the air ! It is so chill… It all started one night. I was sitting in couch watching TV, in my apartment, on the highest story. Soon, I became very sleepy. I closed my eyes and… Continue reading Worser Things Than Shadows
The Bright Window
I have been in this place far longer than I can remember. My earlies memories are of this place…of this absurdly thick darkness… There is no light here ever. I have not seen the sun for far too long. In fact, I do not remember how the sun looks like. Sometimes I wonder where I… Continue reading The Bright Window
Madman’s Poems
I had always liked verse. That is why I made many poems. I made poems from the “clean” ones to the totally vulgar ones. One day, I was invited to a meeting, to which were also invited several other poets from our city. The one who organized this meeting was a elderly man, about to… Continue reading Madman’s Poems
Lack of Attention
That was too much for him. He just couldn’t stand it anymore. His parents never paid him any attention and they certianly did not love him. They only loved his sister. However, things had not always been this way. Tommy was 8 years old when this all happened. His parents always neglected him and always… Continue reading Lack of Attention
Shattered Feelings
I awoke. I did not even know, however, if I had slept. If I had ever slept… Sincerely, I did not care about this world any longer. I had started to isolate myself from it and had become a total hermit, a recluse. I even stopped to consider myself human. Why ? Because, to me,… Continue reading Shattered Feelings