Fading ink, Chapter two: Nora's disclosure

 

 “Elif! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I really am, please, respond to me!”

Fading inks, Chapter one: between fantasy and reality

 

“Stop doodling on my notebook, Elif! The teacher will scold me again.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Nora. What teacher? Mr. Nedal? You know he’s just a sweetheart.”

“Ah! You’re doodling on Mr. Nedal’s notebook? Well then, let me doodle even more…”

The moon is my witness, Chapter two: the rebirth

 

All her dreams suddenly became true, the ravens sought for their queen as shall she pass by and giver her blessings over everyone in the cemetery; where dead souls and bodies unite, words are no longer uttered, and where life is proven as volatile, and betraying. The cemetery was her definite spot she pledges to inhabit, in spite of her trials of blooming, however, looms the cosmos a darker lilac sky with a blood moon ready to be presented at her plate, and no other fate was her choice, either to succumb to her addressed apocalypse or remain dystopian for the rest of her life.

The moon is my witness, Chapter one: the giver

 

It’s a bittersweet taste, a polarized feeling that could sink oneself into the darkest depth unconsciously,

what if I didn’t warn anyone on the launching ship about a shark coming closer to the port’s shore, what if I muffled that in my chest and accepted an unwanted fate, for some, but for me, it would be a blessing rather than a curse,

Messianic Judaism, part of Evangelicalism

 

The dream of nationalism dominates humanity over and over again, in each century shall some nations be tested for their patience over witnessing and encountering a land grab, lives taken away and dreams dismantles.

The doomsday: Chapter one, Bad news

 

Youth; the chased deer running despite its limp, faithfully thinking it is never the apocalypse to be chased by hunters, from mankind and wolves, but contrarily embracing the nature, and absorbing as much adrenaline as possible to gain more experience and evolve. People underestimate youth, dodge its concepts and display them in a quite unfair depiction. Simply, youth can´t be combated because the more injuries they get, the more fragile this world becomes, the world dies alongside youth.

Theater, chapter two: Secrets

 

Under the surface of everything, shall lurk many screams and whispers, shall lurk treasures, corpses, faces and repressed wills and intentions, under the surface of a soil shall lurk a seed, growing a glow tree that never shines or blooms unless those who can see within things access around. Those who only have pure transparency.

Theater, Chapter one: She's alive

 

“Regina, I know that your performance wasn’t that good before which doesn’t make a bit of a difference…”

 

Students giggled loudly causing