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Tales from a Dust covered World
Dust covers all that I can see, making everything much older than it actually is, buildings, cars, bicycles, and pavement. Every place I pass by is slowly becoming a more and more like a desert. Soon the buildings will crumble into their own emptiness, adding even more dust to this world, this sick, deprived of life world we live in now.
I travel slowly beneath the scorching Sun, even in the few shadows available I can barely breath, since then the air is constantly being filled with more and more dust making it harder and harder so survive outside of modified caves, or of manmade bunker type villages that do their best to keep both dust and radiations out.
Since that, happened humans had to stick together more than ever; for very few were the ones that lived through it; mostly rich influential persons were the ones to actually be able to survive it, and the immediate decay of the world that followed it. I never cried as much as I bared witness to the death of almost 6 billion people;
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The mind, life and progression (Intro)
I’m wondering what I should do, about what is the next step in life. I’ve lived so far doing what was supposed of me to do, be a good kid, be a good teenager, be a good young adult, and have good grades, in school, in high school, in college, guess what It wasn’t that hard actually when you barely have people you talk to and you also don’t leave your house that much, and when your only distraction is actual study from the never ending boredom I would be in if I didn’t actually study.
 
I guess this is all I can say of my life so far, I can’t actually complain about it, good clothes, food, a very comfortable house that allowed me the peace and quietness I need to perform as well as I did in my academic life. Full grades every single year, which is something I’m quite proud of actually, but there is something that bothers me the most so far… The fact that the only female interactions I ever had were my mom and house maid and my classro
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Literature
Sudden curiosity (part 2)
The body of the man is right in front of us, and we stare at it, curiosity grows faster than the body grows colder, but as any detective would tell you, the sooner you start the better the chances are to find valuable clues to solve the mystery at hands. I feel reluctant to call it a crime or anything of the sorts, we only saw the man die, but let's remember that as well the way the man passed away might bring us some clues. He was laying down apparently dozing in to sleep in the sofa, he didn't seem uncomfortable at all so one might suspect that he did this quite often. He yawned too which might indicate that in the case that he was drugged or drugged himself, he or the possible killer made sure that there was no pain or suffering, it was a drug that allowed the person that took it to die as simply as going to bed, many wished such deaths... I wonder if this man wished to live.
My first instinct seem that this was either a suicide or a murder, in which the victim was drugged with a ra
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Literature
Sudden curiosity (part 1)
The young man was sitting in a couch completely slouching all over it, almost like a melted or boneless human staring blankly at the huge flat screen in front of him that was turned off, in fact everything in the flat seemed like it wasn't used in quite some time, the TV was the most noticeable, the computer covered with a fine layer of dust, the stove as well, that was both cold as stone and as filthy as a trash can with lot's of fast food delivery boxes on top of it, even the sink was filled with them. The floor of the house was no better with dust, clothes and actual trash laying around.
 Suddenly the young man moved quite quickly, but he just moved slightly in the couch, now he is laying down, still slouching while looking at the turned  off TV, one of the arms even touching the ground right besides what seems to be a phone, a house phone, clearly broken with several pieces by it's side but also the look that, after being broken, it hasn't been moved from where it broke.
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Literature
Biggest Rambling of All ! (so far :P)
It was nightfall as I stood up from the bench in that beautiful park, the just born dark green leaves from spring have already started to sing their whispers conducted by the nature's maestro, the Wind, this time it came only as a simple breeze gentle enough to make the leaves murmur ever so softly in this time where nature is mostly vivid and loud from all the newcomers to life itself, and cold enough to make me shiver and make my skin crawl strongly.
 I stood there, in that sort of balcony over the park with a over the trees point of view which allowed me to see the colours of the sun spread over the grass, tree tops, the birds getting ready for the night in their nests most probably with eggs some with early little birds tirelessly chirping warnings to it's parents that they needed sustenance, such a simple life is that of every animal that isn't a human, be born, survive, procreate and die.
Such were my thoughts that day, what led my mind there I do not know, I wasn'
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Literature
On the Cliff's Edge
Here we are, staring deeply into the abyss peeking from the cliff above wondering what is it that walks, swims, flies, runs, squirms there, in that darkness that seems to swallow all into oblivion, to forever be forgotten from other minds and even from itself. It seems to be swirling ever so gently, as if inviting us to simply jump into it even the wind seems to be cheering us on to do it, we feel its pressure on our backs, not too strong, but neither too weak as, if not to be forgotten, it even whispers at our ears a ever so soft murmur, unintelligible to us mere humans that never cared for what nature had to tell us, a curse we are only but simple heirs to, but that we continue to carry with us all of our lives.
We hold hands, our fingers intertwine ever so strongly that it almost hurts, she is scared, as I am too, we aren't sure if we want to jump, it seems to be calling us, the wind seems to be telling us to go as wel
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Literature
The Reflection
I'm looking in the mirror and I don't see myself, that self that appears in front of me that follows where my eyes wander, that depicts every single physical aspect of my being, but that's still not me... What is it that lacks there ? What is it that I lack ? For there is one thing we can all agree is that, that image, that image right there in front of us, is in fact ourselves right ?
Why is it that even after assuming that, and considering it the most absolute truth, I know from the depths of me that what I see right there isn't me, that doesn't show who I am, that doesn't show how I move myself, my arms, mouth,eyes, legs, hips in the occasional bathroom dance, nothing, it just seems raw, so filled with mistakes and blanks, that if somebody shown me a picture of that person there I would never have guessed that it was me, not in a million years, my brain, hearth, my soul it self tells me that that's not me, I don't smile that way, my smiles are always wide open, filled with joy that
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Literature
Think !
There I was, another day, another morning and the ritual begins all over again, getting up, getting washed, dressed, brushed, fed, moved from home to work where the enslavement begins and you have to obey every command given as if your life depended on it, and while in work you have to keep yourself fed as well, well behaved, well mannered, and also a versatile liar so that you can actually manage to please a decent amount of people so that you will have some company while iv there and perhaps off work as well, cause even if you don't like them, nobody actually wants to be all alone forever.
Off work now, the time for me to finally be awake, I'm on my own so I can try to stop the lies, my mind can shine now, even if only to myself I can let me be me, if that makes any sense. I'm in the bus heading home, going to that actually good apartment filled with stuff I really like, I guess one of the perks of becoming a mindless human being for more than half your life and all of your best year
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Literature
The stupidity of fights
For there I was enraged with ragged breath, my fist raised to the side of my hand clenching his shirt in my left hand, watching him shivering, his face with more purple than actual normal colour, one of his eyes swollen so much it was practically sealed, and there i was deciding between either hurting him more or just back away, with my own wounds. Ages seemed to go by while not even a second had passed, that sensation staggered me as well, I actually did more serious thinking since this fight is coming to an end than I have done my entire life, and all about if I had enough or what this guy did deserves more, I haven't come to a decision people are there silently waiting, why haven't they stopped me, why haven't they done something to either prevent me from hurting this man, or to just stop me before a commit an even greater mistake than to have just been fighting, i actually raise my eyes from my opponent, and all I see are bodies, bodies without faces mostly all of them covered by a
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Literature
Lost
For there I was, completely immersed in my own mind, wandering around the infinite maze of thoughts, seemingly forever lost within my own mind, my own landscapes, what ifs, what could have beens, the still a little bit not fully immersed, a bit conscious is completely marvelled as to how can I find myself so lost within my own room, in my own house, in the street I grew up in, in the city that watched me grow... I am completely lost.
My mom walks in the room, slowly, very hesitatingly though I can still hear her footsteps just sensing how calmly and afraid of doing the wrong thing and end up with me screaming I want to be left alone, I don't want that as well, but seeing as I yelled at her for no reasonable reason just yesterday, or putting it simply there was a reason, it just wasn't a reason for a son to yell at his own mother like I did, or to his dad as he stepped in to correct me. I regret all that of course, just because she asked me about my day... Just because she cared... I co
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Literature
Universe, Stars and Light
I gaze upon the stars, those millions of points of molten chemical elements that shine through the darkness an emptiness of the infinite Universe, they fascinate me like nothing as ever before, although there isn't much to discover about them nowadays I find myself most times neglecting all the knowledge forced into my brain trough every way possible in the current times, just to wonder on how exactly do stars exist, why are they there,  why is it that we can see them even after the star itself has been long gone, I leave this fact of course just to create more wonder within my own mind cause, if you can't create wonder in your own mind, where will you ever find it ?
I'v done this since as far as I can remember, just laying in my back after the sun has set as Earth spins, the few stars I'm able to grasp within city limits just seem sad, as if they feel the lonely for their missing companions in the night sky, they don't even shine as much for we humans filled with jealousy and env
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Dreams as aspirations
I have a dream, I know who doesn't right ? Well then, what make my dream different than the ones you have ? Is it the kind of dream ? Is it the the that my dream is easier or harder to achieve, is it an impossible dream ? For example, do i wish for someone dead to be back in the living, with me, by my side, to make up for the lost years that we couldn't spend together for he/she has been taken away from me far too soon, depriving us both from bot the bitterness and sadness of living, and being in each others company ? That's not it too, is my dream to just read a book that I can get for free from the nearest library, read it and return it after enjoying reading it very much ? That's not it either, is it probably a long life dream, like a wonderful career, a successful career as a writer, where I get to write what I want, when I want, as I want, and make a beautifully large amount of money with it, and with such money realize the many things a huge amount of money can buy ? Well that's
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Seaside memories
The breeze was warm on my face, rather pleasant cause the air itself was much warmer, if not for the breeze I would be sweating quite a lot already even if it's already late in the night, as the ever so high moon says. The sounds of the living are nonexistent only the breeze singing in the nearby bushes can be heard, and now my footsteps as I walk to the sand, I'm privileged today, it's so silent that the sand is not shy and is singing to me, just one more reason to love being in the beach alone at night.
The breeze starts to get a friend in it's singing, it grows bigger and bigger as I walk through the sand, it's a sound of creation and destruction that almost never ceases to exist around here, i would like an even more calm night than this, but this much company is fine. It's pretty cal actually, they are doing a duet today, both air and water, it's a magnificent, soothing, almost cradling song that I can sense in my mind that has been song since times that even the singers can't rem
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Darkness and Light a series of ramblings
Have you fellow DA's ever put into consideration, like really applying to real life the concept of yin and yang ? I've been trying to, to search for it's truthiness within myself, within others, within the very foundations of what my very short sighted mind allows me to.
I got to say, that if the person who invented the concept didn't base him/herself (I'll try to get more info on this if you want to), in random superficial things around him/her, he was a very knowledgeable and perspective person, you might it is easy ? But are you sure ? Are you really sure ? We live in a world that dictates to you that there are bad and good things for you too do, that there are better and worse person's, that some acts are of good nature while others come from evil nature, so how is it that you can confirm that there is light/good in darkness/evil and that there is darkness in light ? Yes the idea of the grey area in life is not new, but it just says that you can mix things up, that idea i believe t
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Minds ramblings and takings on life
There is always equilibrium, there is always an amount of something, and an amount of the exact same opposite in the universe, in life, even within your own self. This is something everyone should really think about, especially those who see in themselves nothing but failure.
There is much to see within you, not only negative things, nothing is ever as simple as that, when you see nothing within yourself remember, there are much more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth, but there are much more atoms in a grain of sand than there are stars in the universe.
You might not have infinite possibilities within yourself, because of your bodies boundaries, your mind's boundaries, your imagination that can't take you no further because you are afraid of doing so, but you have indeed possibilities of achieving something far greater, for some life brings such opportunities to them, and most of them fail to realise, some are brought to the opportunity, either by someone spe
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Why is it so easy to write sad stories ?
Trust me it's hard to write a proper funny, happy go round story, a proper one guys, one that makes sense, where yo have to create a proper path, like, how can you devise and create a happy story that is qualified to be one ? Should we start at the very low with a sad beginning and climb our way up to a happy ending ? Sure cliche as hell, but we can do it, but you really need to bring your A game to the table there or else everybody will be yawning even before you surpass the final obstacle to reach the goal of happy ending in your story. We have many other options to avoid that, but, they are simple variations of that, like a good beginning, horrible story in the mean time, and a miraculous good ending, which adds the difficulty of trying to arrange a way to make the good ending plausible without using some kind of deus ex-machina, you could go for bad beginning bad middle and good ending, but, how can you create a good ending out of that without looking far too impossible to have happened ? And obvious too.
Well, what i am trying to say with all this is, if sometimes all you are able too see here are sad stories or things of the sort, it's not because that's my main theme, is more like, I am far too much of a newbie writer to be able to write proper happy stories without them sucking horribly, I write the way I write for training purposes so that I can become properly good at this and actually entertain you guys with awesome stories !
That's all for now, sorry for not posting many things later but my creativity has been at it's lowest, I promise I'll work on that and stay tuned !

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My objective here in DeviantArt will be to check everybodies opinions on my writings, i'll try as hard as i can to write a story a day for 1000 days, i'm not at all a diligent person, this is my challenge to myself to see if i have what it takes to achieve my dream and become a writer, hope you guys have fun with my stories !
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IamNoHere Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016
Hi, thank you for the llama:)
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Hi there ! your are most welcome ^^
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Thanks for the watch.
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Thank you ! You are most welcome !
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Thank you for the llama.
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You are most welcome !
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Oh Wow it's awsome thank you very much ^^

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