Tag: thewriterslife

The girl with a red typewriter

There was a time when nothing could be written down. This went on for a couple of years. It was only happening those times when was a physical need. Throwing out pains, loves and maybe calamities. All at once. A full night asleep, staring at the moon and crying my soul out. Two old lovers meeting again after long time they…

The price tag for happiness

How much would you give away for the sake of being truly happy? You know, that feeling that is taking advantage of you any minute of your day. Maybe you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and even there, you are perfectly at ease. There is nothing wrong, you are a dancing autumn leaf. You are as harmonious…