Layla wants to tell their stories, those tales from tomorrow.
The faintest whisper somewhere in the universe.
A spark forgotten beyond clouds.
Layla wants to catch those.
She is this weird woman that seeks things behind the horizon.
You might want to call her a witch.
Please, do so. It’s an honor.
Layla is your Mistress Witch.
She seeks the magic of all the moments in the universe.
This is a weird author’s biography?
Explore even more uncommon cascades of the mind, tormented tales and perspective on science-fiction. This Dystopia will turn sexy, Mistress witch promises.
The word with no meaning
This one is about the world 400 years from today, facing catastrophe, and about a girl surviving an impossible journey to find savety. But something is wrong with Utopia.
One morning the earth had broken.What once had appeared as a fine crack had turned into a deep abyss that was ready to swallow everything and everyone approaching it. This crack broke heavy cement easily apart. It uprooted trees, stole houses. It grew into a silent morning; it let the cups of coffee spill overContinue reading “The word with no meaning – Chapter 1. Eliza starts here”
Probably not as soon.
Of all the Things that never were.Thoughts in short – still worth a story.
Hello Mr. Yes, you.You with those eyes, those hands. I like those hands. Just like those. I wanna feel those hands. Hey you. I could just lean over a bit. Just a bit. Our knees could meet. Could touch. Just like this. Or a bit longer. And even a bit longer. It is exciting. ItContinue reading “Of all the things that never were – my list of people”