A fictitious mind.
She has come face to face with reality, and her reaction changed its shades. She stands in a crowded space observing the bubbles of stories in the dim place. A man argues on his phone. A mother tries to silence her child. Youngsters laughing in a loud manner. Suddenly all the commotion fell silent to her ears. She wished and wished so hard […]
Moleskine opened a new store last year during my first week in Berlin, just for me, or so I like to think. I dedicate my 3000th tweet to @moleskine. May 2014 be the year I experience the wonders of entering one of their stores. #dreams — Luke Żammit (@AlphaWings) March 5, 2014 I generally write all over my Moleskine pages […]
I have never written anything that did not give me a sense of freedom. And that is typically the result of free-writing. There are times when the words do not make sense and times when they are entirely fictitious, but regardless it always seems to set a part of me free. Personal satisfaction is what matters most in creative writing. […]
An Instagram Story.
There has been something ticking. The sound of being lost. She looked and looked around the book store. Ticking, ticking, a constant ticking. The sound did not give up as she continued to search. Her thoughts were focused, her aim was one; find the source of this interesting sound. A pile of books scrambled to the floor. The mess was […]