A Story of-Love
Sitting on the edge of the cliff I was again depressed. The moon was shining with all its might, it was blue, that was different about it but it loved it, it was like it was a new color of it. There was a quiet breeze that was coming through me. -Sigh- I started to stare at the little lake that was under the cliff I was sitting on. It was of course dark because it was night. Many people think that the water's color is blue, that's not true, the water doesn't have a color, it only has reflection, it reflects the color of the sky which is blue. But now it was deeply black, it was like it was bottomless. I could hear her footsteps from here, she wasn’t that noisy but still. That was my beloved. For days now I was trying to figure out what to do with our relationship. I mean I loved her but I thought...never mind. I could her really close to me. Finally sitting and handing me a cup of hot chocolate. -Not sleeping again huh? -When did I sleep? This conversation was being involved ever since we started dating. She always thought I needed sleep when I didn’t. Most people would think I’m crazy to not sleep almost at all. But that was my way, can’t handle that. -You know you need to sleep more right, it’s good for you. -Nah, don't need sleep to lead the guild. I didn't mention I was leading 100 men and woman to a fight not all could survive, but I will put my best in keeping them safe, so that's why she is insisting me to sleep. Suddenly she kissed my cheek. -W-what was that for? -I just felt the need to kiss you. Without thinking I quickly pulled her in my hands and kissed her. She could feel that something wasn't right, that was her instinct. -Hey, what's wrong? -It's nothing. She made that look that could be described like: „You lie! Tell me now!" -It really is nothing. -You know you can tell me anything right. Thinking really hard I didn't know if it was the right thing to tell her what I think we should split up. -You know, lately we got kind of distant from each other. -W-what do you mean? -I mean.... I mean that we haven't talk much or.... we just haven't been together lately. -You know that we have to lead the people to victory, we don’t have that much time. Sitting there I was thinking and just pushing everything in my mind so that I don’t say it but in the end I ended up saying it. -Sigh- I think we should break up. Feeling that cold breeze coming right beside me and crushing into [ ] made me feel like a bad man, I was a complete idiot, maybe I was simply playing with her feelings that way, kissing her then asking her to split up. Something warm felled down on my hand. It was her tear, looking up I see her eyes are full with them. Trying to speak she almost whispered. -Am I not good for you? -No, I’m not good for you. -Huh? -I’m not good for you, you need someone who treats you like a queen and loves you really much. I’m always sad and depressed, knowing if I fail those people I will fail you. -How can you say that? -Like this, I don’t.... I don’t deserve to be with you, I have to be alone, that’s the way I’ve chosen. -WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THIS? MAKING YOUR LIFE HARD AND MISERABLE? WHY DO YOU WANT TO HURT YOURSELF? As her rage comes like a fire bursting out from a dragons mouth her tears burst out after the rage. I don't want her to cry, especially when I made her cry, I can't stand watching loved one's cry, it nearly made me cry as well. Reaching out and grabbing her hand I hug her. I didn't know how would she react, maybe slap me, punch me, kick me, but she just makes her grip tighter, then starts whispering in my ear. -If you feel that you're not good for me, remember the moment that I confessed to you that I like you, remember the moment when I kissed you for the first time, remember the moment when I said that I love you. Remember everything and you will see that I want you to be in my life, I want you to lead those people and lead us to victory like you will. Do you know why I say this to you? -W-why? -Nearly making a sound-. -Because I love you.... I love you! I was speechless, I never expected her to say that. Slowly I put my hands on her face and move it up so that I can see her. The eyes were shining from the tears that were falling just right now. Her face was cute as ever, the hair was shining in the moonlight. I felt really sad just by even mentioning braking up with her. Slow and gentle I place my lips on hers and kiss her with all the love I have in me. Realizing from it [ ] sees a tear dropping on my cheek. -You are crying? -Mhm. I didn’t want to speak. My wish was to just watch her, watch her and stand still. -Why? Don’t cry please, I will cry too! -I’m crying because I actually felt happiness, I never had the feeling of real happiness, never since that day. This time she kissed me with her soft lips. That kiss lasted forever. 5 Days Later Waking up in my bed, which I didn't use in a while I saw [ ] sitting right beside me.After explaining how I fallen unconscious on the night with the blue moon I was just like: ”WOW”. Laying down on my pillow I ask her how are the others. -Everyone is fine, but they are asking about you. -Tell em I’m good. -OK. Smiling because I was feeling good I made a funny joke in my head that I knew it was gonna piss [ ]. -I guess I had to get some sleep to finally be in a good mood, huh, see I’m not dead. -Don’t say that Baka! Then she throws the towel she used to clean my forehead with, thinking I was sick. -The darkness in me is...gone -Huh? -Nothing. Smiling and grabbing her I kiss her like a lover would kiss. -Mmmm, OH MY GOD! THE BREAKFAST I BURNED IT. -Yea I can smell the fire from here. Seeing her rushing down to the kitchen I laugh and sit in the bed. I could read the poster that was hanged up on the ceiling. "Don't live in the past, because that will make you weak" -Heh, I guess I live in the present, so that makes me......really happy, hehe. The End! A Story of-Hate Hey. This is something i really have to talk about. Anger, hate or call it however you like. Though it's a subject i always try to avoid knowing how this particular thing made me the man who i am today. A sad and depressed young man. So i wanted to share this, or more like a story in which i am the main character. But here's something before that. Now i know that im not the best person to talk about hate and all stuff like that, but knowing how i hurt some people when im depressed and angry makes me hate myself even more than i used to before. So here is a little story from my childhood. My name is Nedyalko Delchev. I was 6 when i met my best friend who i though would be my best friend always, sadly i was wrong really wrong. So after a long, long try my parents finally got me to go outside and play. But...with who? I asked. They simply replied that it doesn’t matter if there is no one in the playground. Even by yourself, you can still manage to play. Okay...replied i sadly, knowing i wasn't going to play with anyone, all alone, by myself. I go outside, make a left turn and walk until i reach the playground. It was easy for my parent's to see me because the playground was so close to the building we live in so there was no point in coming with me. Since there weren't any benches around. After i finish walking i see tree swings. A red one, a blue one and a green one. I pick the red one and jump on it and start moving around in it so that it goes faster and faster. Next thing i know, i was swinging so fast that i couldn't see really well. The decision to jump wasn't the wisest, trust me, it hurt when i fall down. Yeah it was pretty fun, even if i was alone. Then a boy came near me and politely said: -Hey, my name is Michel. -Hey, im Nedyalko. Replied stunned. -Um...if you don’t mind, wanna play with me and my little sister Tania? I was really confused. Why all of a sudden this boy decides to join me playing? No one really does that so i look up towards the balcony of the 4th floor of our block. Which was the floor we lived in. My father, mother my grandparents and me. At least then. There standing on the balcony was my mother, calmly watching us talking. She quietly nodded her head in response that i could play with him. -Ahh, yeah of course. -Cool. After that every day we started hanging out in the playground. We even got in the same kindergarten. He was my best friend, so it was really fun when we played together. One day a new boy came in the neighborhood. His name was Alex. I don't really know why, but i didn't like that kid one bit. Was it just me or my imagination or Michel liked him, and decided to hang more with him rather than me. I was right. He wanted to play with him. That's the moment when i felt hatred. Well to be honest i first felt hatred for that Yu-gi-oh villain Pegasus, but that's a different story. After that, there wasn't any chances for me to like Alex. He stole my best friend for crying out loud! Yeah that was a part in me which hated him. 2 Years fast forward. Me and Michel start school and are in the same class. Hopefully Alex was 1 year younger than us so he didn’t get in with us. So again like always me and Michel again started hanging out. During the school years that passed by me and him were getting distant from each other. This time it wasn’t Alex. It was...i don’t really know. Something told me to get away from him. Probably because he started hanging out with a bad company. At least i think that way. When i say distant i mean it. Like we sat in different tables 2 rows from each other. I was sitting alone of course and he was sitting with two girls i disliked because they were too arrogant. We were in 7th grade when i finished the school i was studying in and had to move to another one for 8th grade. After that year i barely see him around town. He studies in a school really far from mine. Now i don’t really care about him or what he is doing. I just remember the last time i saw him. I was walking to school. Headphones on listening to music i see him on the other side of the road waving at me. Probably wanted to say hi. Now you may think im bad for doing this but i just continued walking like he was a complete stranger. Ignore at its max. That's when i realized i am a hateful person. may think a way for something or someone but when i watch them carefully i can see that they are different from me. Well yes, nobody can be exactly like me. But if they don’t think like me or have the same interest, why bother talking with them? That’s about it. I know this subject is really confusing to some people. Probably asking why did i make this. Well the answer is simple. Being a hateful person is the worst thing for people who like to make new bonds with friends they met. But for me it’s like an entertainment program. You see. I like to watch people and see what they do. Example. I'm playing a game. A player says to the upper rank mate that he will do this and that, upper class mate says okay and leaves the game. I check the other player to see what is he doing and i see he isn’t even doing anything. Just stand still and chat with some guy he knows. I don’t know why that makes me angry or hateful but that’s just me. Of course they are people who are like me but i haven’t meet someone like that. That’s about it. The Story of Hate. A Story of-Trust The Trust? What is it? What kind of emotion or feeling do you get when you hear or read the word: Trust? For me trust is important in every single way. Trusting someone is important as well since the bond you share with the trusted one is strong and it’s kind of impossible to brake the trust you have between you. But there are times in which not only you or the person you trust have that moment when you don’t know if the words he is saying are really true or not, because why? Because you simply don’t trust him or she that much to actually believe it. Have you heard of a story in which is said that a boy was looking after his father’s farm, but he got bored so decided to play a prank on the people in it, so what did he do? He started yelling "THERE'S A BLOODY WOLF IN THE AREA, THERE’S A BLOODY WOLF IN THE AREA! IT IS HEADING FOR THE SHEEP! „So what did you think happened, everyone gathered their weapons in which I mean there: scythes, shovels, picks and everything they could take, some even took guns and shotguns. While running to the area in which the boy yelled that the wolf was heading he started laughing. Of course everyone looked at him really surprised not knowing what he was laughing about. In the middle of the laughter he said "You fools actually felled for it, Hahaha". Everyone at that moment was angry and really disappointed to have such a spoiled and bad neighbor. So this scene happened a couple of times until the good whiling to help people decided to not bother coming. One day a real actual wolf came and the boy was freaking out since the jokes he was pulling actually came to life, so in response he started yelling that there’s a wolf in the sheep area. But no one showed up, so the wolf was happy enough to kill and eat 2 sheep and take 2 more as hostages for his fellow wolfs. The point of the story is this: „Never Lose the Trust you have in people because it’s really hard to get what you lost back “. I myself have trustworthy people I really relay on and think as even brothers and sisters, and in return I get the same respect I treat them with. So people, trust your friends and don’t question what they tell you, even if it sounds completely stupid (:D).. A Story of-Depression What’s Depression? A state in which you feel like you lost thing’s that matter to you, a state where you don’t even know why to exist? I can talk about depression for a long time since I felt it with full speed this year. Really don’t know why, but I wasn’t the best experience of my life, and looking back at the stuff that happened, it’s rather pathetic but what can I say? So mostly people with depression seek help with the most painful solution. The blade of a knife, the edge of a cliff and the pill of a drug. But honestly is that solution really a solution to curing the decease which isn’t deadly to most of the people? Well let me tell you…NO! Causing more damage to the body you own is stupid and not really a solution but an even more harmful stage. What’s the point in causing more pain the body you want to cure from it? Well the is a solution in which you can not only cure yourself and not harm your physical body but you can actually feel happy and again live a normal life in which you aren’t afraid in the opinion of people who don’t have a different hobby than talking behind the backs of people. That solution is working, at least for me. When you don’t know what will happen to you, or what will make you feel even more depressed over the fact a girl chooses another boy instead of you, or when your parents decide to split up and divorce or if something even worse happens. You just need to feel calm and don’t do anything that will make you hurt, even though you already feel pain in your heath you never should allow yourself to let that pain outside the barrier of emotions. So for me basically was that. Just don’t talk, don’t feel anything or don’t think of anything that will make you even more depressed, its OK to listen to music that make you sing, or in some personal moments even scream. Its good if you go outside and just walk aimlessly to the point when its dark outside. The key is to not let anyone walk in your happy place and ruin the barrier you build for your emotions. So my final advice for the people who try to put their bodies on the line…Don’t, it’s not worth it for this fucking world. I founded a way that I can enjoy being sad and lonely. I hope people make a way to cure themselves and just be happy whatever happens. I just hope that thus year won't be such depressing as last year. This is the first blog of this year, so probably there will be more. For the people who just can't find a solution to depression just do what i did. Or as I said to myself sometime…Depression equals Happiness. So that’s how it all end….in an instant. A Story of- Sins How do you think we should start this talk? I don’t know but we can always go from the start…the very Beginning of our life, or so to say the existence of the world itself. So when God created the 10 Godly Rules. Or as I like to call them are the fanatic rules, you should always do what they say. Even if the rules said that you had to make a sacrifice to God. And by sacrifice I mean not an animal… a real person. And then people try to say to me that doing that is a good thing and sign of respect for God. But what I really think that this whole respect to God thing can be done in another aspect. Not killing a person for him…that’s just satanic, how does it differ from the Devilish stuff people do when they get depressed and join some cults that are just to brutal. But still people claim to be sinless but when it comes to the truth, they always keep some dark secrets for themselves, rather than just say what they did, but of course… it would be disrespectful for God himself. People sin through many different ways. Some can be liars. Some be selfish or envious. But what can you do to be different from them, when deeply in you, you know that you don’t give a flying pizza roll about religion. Religion is a sickness that people need to be cured out of. It’s only a definition of war for some places. But what do we understand…. we have Jesus, Allah, Buddha and many more. So then tell me…if God is only one…then how the firetruck (firetruck, starts with F and it ends with Uck…) there is a thousand more religions people don’t even know about. So then you ask yourself…” Do I really sin, if I don’t believe that there’s really only one God, but today in school we learned about some other guy who claimed to be one?”. Yeah people may call this a sin. But I would say that. The real sins are: Murder, Lust, Envy, Hate, Revenge, Lying, Pride…or basically a different version of the seven deadly sins…but only. My WAY…. So if you feel like you have done a sin, but before that you didn’t know it was a sin, it’s not. A Story of - Death comes to All! Living or dying is a thing no one is capable of stopping or knowing when, how or will it happen, except the people who have powers beyond our imaginations who know a few things we don’t, but the real question here is when and who does Death really come to? That’s a really simple question, to everyone, no matter if you are a rich billionaire living in an island all alone with your 5 dogs, 7 cats, 25 ultra-luxury cars and your wife whose with you for the money, or a normal person who lives every day for one particular reason, to help, raise and feed their children knowing and hoping that someday they could have a better future unlike theirs, or a homeless person whose only priority in life is either to find money out of the people on the streets or smoke, drink and do drugs only to cure himself out of the depression he was ended up in. Death has no friends and enemies, its only task is to take people and place them in another realm, which is known as.... you get the point. So no matter if you are rich, homeless or a normal person. She comes and goes without caring who you are, what you did, or what could have you done in this world. The moral of all this is.... You are a person who will eventually die, so don’t become something big and act like you are God, because Death comes to all. A Story of - Tattoos and Piercings Alright, today we're gonna talk a common thing in the life of a teenager. You know that there are people who like to be different from other people, and what way to make that difference rather than having a tattoo or a piercing. Well there are many girls and boys who want, think or have them and think they are bad-ass about that. Well there’s people who only think about having them, without actually making one. Why? Well because either they can’t right now, or their parents don’t let them do it, or probably their inner self doesn’t want them to do it, but in my honest opinion...Does it really matter anyway? I mean so what if a boy makes a tattoo without his dad knowledge. But, actually it depends on the tattoo itself. If it’s a stripper dancing on a pole with a heart struck with an arrow...then NAH BOY! For tattoos you need to have an idea in your mind that you like. What the point in making something you didn’t like in the first place? The idea of a tattoo is to put ink inside you...FOREVER....and for that you need to have something that will represent you for a life time. Something that is dear to you, something that you think of everyday. Okay now we move on to the piercings. I get it you want to be different, but looking like a metal shop doesn’t make you different it makes you look stupid, ugly and creepy to the point in asking WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? Though if you have a piercing it needs to be on a place that’s visible...AND NO IM NOT TALKING ON THE NOSE. I mean on the eyebrow or the lip, because that’s the place people usually look at... I do at least. So my point is that you need to do what you want...but not so lightly...It’s okay if people like it...ITS NOT IF THEY THINK THAT YOU ARE A TATTOOED METAL LIZARD ON THE STREET. So yea... THINK SMART! A Story of -Suicide We have another heavy subject to talk about. Well this time its connected, like always, but still. Hate leads to Depression which leads to Suicide. But what does really make people commit it so easily? Today we are gonna talk about that. You see people have so many problems that suicide is the easiest way for them to escape reality and evade all that work to become SOMEONE in the cold hearted world. Teenagers are often bullied, made fun of or have problems that no one can actually fix. Example: A girl will cut her veins because she lost all hope of life, since her boyfriend died in a car accident, her parents died in a tragic accident also, so what is left for her? DEATH! That’s what. But does she really have to kill herself? If the pain is really too much, well in most scenarios, probably, but now? The answer is no. It will always be no, why you ask? BECAUSE THAT’S NOT THE WAY TO DESTROY THE PAIN INSIDE YOU! But then you ask me: What’s the real solution to curing yourself from the depression? Well believe me I still haven’t really figured that problem, but when I do, I will tell you. Most people kill themselves for other reasons too. Like a father could kill himself if he has too much bills to pay and nobody can help him, the bank is going to take his home, his wife is leaving him, his kids won’t have proper education ant etc. I know people who don’t even have parents. Like a friend of mine lost his mother in the age of 3. His father left him long before that. But now he is raised by his relatives from his mother. And I can say that he is a really good person to be a friend. SO what can I say to people who have problems that lead them to do that. Well I can only tell you this, even if you have heard it many times before: Don’t worry, because life is a hard thing for a human to experience, because you have to many obstacles that are going to stop you from reaching the point in life where you are what you want to be. But you only need to wait…Because time heals everything, especially a broken heart. A Story of- Music Music, there are a lot of types of music, but which one is the best… well that usually is a topic most people want to avoid since every person has his own opinion of stuff I life, so maybe telling a person who likes pop that his music taste suck isn’t the best way to make friends. Today were gonna talk about something that is always there for us, even if there isn’t really someone. I’m talking about music…You see, each time you experience something which is either: happiness, depression, anger, stress or whatever you feel, music can always help you no matter in what position or mood you are. Now imagine you’re in school and you’re in the class you hate the most. The teacher gives you so much homework and then starts talking trash about how stupid you are. Now most people will stand up and punch her in the throat, but if you think about it, you won’t get to graduate because of that bitch if you hit her…So what possible way for you to ignore her. Well take your headphones, plug them in the phone or whatever it is that you’re listening music on, and then place the headphones in the ears and start the most aggressive song possible you have on your phone and start jamming. It works for me a lot. Then when heading home after school you feel a little bit calm, but still need to feel that frustration go away, and what other place to feel better than the streets. Looking angry walking is really nice. I experience that a lot since mostly every day I have classes with a horrible teacher so yea. And one of the best parts of music is that it brings people together. Most people look for their significant other by the music they listen to… or that’s only me :c Music is something you feel in your soul and just can’t explain like explaining a problem in math’s. There are people who can’t live without music…heck I’m writing this while listening to Asking Alexandria. In the end I want to share this quote. “The music I listen to will tell you a lot more about me than the things I will tell.” A Story of -War WAR! What is war? No one knows why it happens…people just feel and see it coming with full force. But what do we do to stop it? Nothing, that the thing that bothers me. These days most of the people encourage War, and don’t try to avoid it. Now tell me, what’s the point in having one, when hundreds, or thousands or even millions will die from it just so you can prove a stupid point nobody gives a shit about! Nations which are being enslaved during the results of War lose everything they have. And the Nations who win the War are the Nations which people later on in their lives fear the most, because…. why? Well because in some year in the past they won the greatest War there ever was. And they think that’s an accomplishment? No that’s merely a thing that happened. Why do people hide the fact that almost the whole Nation that lost had a loss of thousands of men and women trying to protect their innocent children from the battle of some stupid kings who don’t know how to run a Nation without having a War to settle their problems. Sometimes it might be unavoidable, but that’s why God gave us mouths…to speak with them and make peace. If you thought that the mouths are only for screaming and cursing… then you are no bigger fool than the Kings that start War over some stupid thing. Nowadays when I look at the things happening in certain countries I just get so many questions in why the hell are they fighting. It’s the 21st century God Dammit, what is so important that you don’t want to share… “Sigh” The things that happen to the people who are enslaved are disgusting, and satanic like. But who gives a flying turd what happens in the world, when we have technologies, computers, internet, social media, and all kind of stuff that take our attention from the real things that happen in this World. And yes most of the people my age, don’t even know what I’m talking about, because…*COUGH* WE ARE 18 AND WE NEED GIRLS *COUGH*…. see…Proves my point…and if it doesn’t, well you need to see it to believe it. How should I end this…Let’s just say this: “I’m a twisted man…living in a fucked up world, because there isn’t people who are normal. The world likes to fuck us up and then twist and swing our lives into something that it finds interesting. Entering this life is hard, you need to be born and then your fucked up life starts right of the bat. You then have to live up to the point in where you realize that there isn’t anything you can do to stop the things that follow you, and make you take wrong turns, one after another. After you realize that, well here comes the easy part. Escaping this life is easy…you just need to Die … “ Nedyalko D. Delchev!
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A Story of- Love II
Well now that Vol.1 has ended, we have 10 new stories to cover, and what better way than to start with the first one? Alright this time we are going to talk about Love? ~~What is love? baby don’t hurt me…. don’t hurt me…No more. ~~ No not that… I mean about what is the emotion you feel, when you are in love. Well many people know what they feel when they know they like a person. But can they really explain it? Most of them use the butterfly in the belly effect, but mostly that’s not the case, you see. Being in a relationship is hard and sometimes it drives you crazy when you learn new things about your couple that you didn’t want to know. You start to lie, and probably end up breaking up. But what happens at the beginning? Most of the relationships either start hard, or really fast. To me it’s a better way to take it slow, just because you want to learn things about your couple and just get to know each other. It’s a different story if you know her or him for a long time now so getting to know each other quickly gets marked out of the list. If the case is like that, then confessing to her/him is quite easy, but the thing that is not easy are: “I think we should just stay friends” “I think of you as my brother/sister” And many more examples. Then it’s hard to forget the thing you feel after you end up alone. That stinging pain in your chest is really starting to annoy you. You get angry and do things that you regret. Those are the effects of Love, when it’s not achieved. Or in these days called: THE FRIENDZONE! I’ve been placed there a lot of times so I know what I’m talking about. What is hard though is getting back on point after you get denied. You see, when life hits you hard in the jaw, you don’t just fall down a hill, rolling like a ball. Firstly, you DON’T FALL1 IN THE FIRST PLACE! What is good about love is that its unexpected. Imagine, you go outside and go to a café one day. You sit down alone and start listening to music or watching a movie, then a girl/boy approaches you and he/she is like: “Are you listening to [Insert music you listen to her], or are you watching [ insert a movie here]. Because those are my favorites. From that point on you either just tell them to sit down so you can talk with them. Talking is the best way for you to get to know what the person likes. If you are out of subjects to talk about, then simply ask her about movies that are close to this ones, or to artist that make similar music. If you know how to talk then you have no problem in achieving that you aim for. I like how I am saying this…while I have no girlfriend…or do I? It doesn’t matter. The Point is to Never Give Up on life, because we all know its Fucked up, but it’s our Fucked up life, and we need to cherish it as much as possible. A Story of - Anger What is Anger? Anger in an emotion you feel when you’re mad at something. How does it exactly work though? You see people tend to get angry at things that are either annoying to them or people who bother them. Example: A Boy sits quietly in his desk, at school and his writing his homework, or etc. Then another boy comes in to him and takes his notebook in which he’s writing and tore’s it up. Then the boy who’s spend hours writing gets sad, and then…. ANGRY… You see at that point the bully has an advantage…and it’s to run, because its proven that when you’re angry, you don’t know what you’re doing. Most people feel anger from times to times, which proves that they are calmer than others. But there’s people who tend to get angry at stupid things. You can’t blame em; that fly which is flying over your head is making an annoying noise, the only thing you have to do is brake everything until you kill it. I find it silly sometimes, when people just all of a sudden start attacking you, like it’s your fault 9/11 happened. O.O… or maybe it was you! Sorry that was an awful joke, lets continue. You see there are ways you can control anger, and that’s called peace. When you have inner peace, you have control over your feelings, and it’s easier for you to tell yourself: STOP! DON’T DO THAT! There’s a lot of time when I wanted to punch people in their face, but I wasn’t gonna fall for their game, you see. When you lose your cool, you basically lose the fight. That’s why in most video games/ movies, when a warrior, samurai, fighter etc. is training, his coach is telling him, to not fight angry, because he loses focus on the things that happen, so it’s easier for the opponent to take that opportunity and punch you straight in the nose. A Veryyyyyy long time ago… (literally 2 days ago) I was talking in a group chat in a game, and when a person greeted me, I didn’t pay much attention. Before that I got mad at something, so I didn’t really want to be bothered. Then this person starts attacking me and saying how you should always respect and greet other people, even if something bad happened. It’s basically manners, but I was just too focused to feel my anger alone. After that confrontation, we started talking about stuff and became friends. So basically, when you’re mad, angry, salty and etc. you need a person, or people, or a friendly group which can make you feel better. (Or you know, you can always go beat someone up) …. What’s up with me and those jokes…Ugh… Well yea that was the message I wanted to share, so yea…Have a nice and not so frustrating day! A Story of -Bullies Today the subject is connected with two of my previous stories: Anger and [Demon Inside]. Both of them have one of the main topics in them which is: Anger, Wrath etc. So this time we are going to talk about the people who abuse people for their entertainment without thinking anything about their past, and anything about them actually. Bullies are usually people who can’t fight using their mouths to talk with. So to cover that hole they punch you right in the nose. Which is kind of dumb considering we live in the 21st century and there are still bullies who threat people with no respect or just common sense of humanity. Okay, and what do people do to protect themselves? Most people, either ignore them or fight back. Ignoring them makes them mad and you get beat up. Fighting back makes them even mad and they beat you up even worse. How can we stop them? It’s not about stopping a person’s mind. Bullies think differently than normal people. They think they are humans who deserve more than they get. But for me it isn’t about the bullies. Kids who become bullies are two types of kids. 1. Parents are responsible for making then bullies, with either no attention put into raising them, or just problems into the family that causes the child problems, which he later abuses onto other children making him a bully. 2. Kids who are rich, or richkids, who have the money “To buy this school and make it into a cake factory” Those kids relay on money, for both friends and popularity, so abusing other people who have no money, is the best way for them to stuck out from the “rest of the peasants who don’t have enough money to buy a Lamborghini” I know people who do that, and it’s not cool… So on to the last question… If not nothing works on them…the only way for you to defend yourself is to not defend at all. Because even if you get beat up, or bullied again, you still win, because the silence kills the stupid. I dealt with bullies by fighting back… (despite saying not to, but screw the rules.) They didn’t get angrier because they knew that I was stronger, so yea…SUCK IT!!! (I MEAN DEAL WITH IT) …Sometimes I can’t give advises…But eh, I hope it was helpful. OH and of course you can always tell your parents to talk with the bully’s parents and get it over with. …. (Except if you are a pride person, and would die if you tell them that…) Pride person= A person who is ashamed to tell their parents problems that happened in school, because they are afraid that they are gonna get lame if their friends in school find out) Well that’s all from me. I’m sorry if you ever dealt with bullies. I hope you overcame it, or at least trying to. To those people who haven’t I can say this: Cheer up, rise your head up, and deal with it. Life has many more shits to offer you, so better get ready, the bullies are only the start of it. (Or you know…beat them up like I did (: D)) I really can’t give advises today… A Story of- Dreams Dreams. What are dreams? Memories or maybe visual tapings which appear inside your head when your sleeping. Call it however you like. Dreaming is a thing that happens inside your head; it takes images from people and turns it into another dimension in which you can experience a whole new aspect of your fictional life. It is an amazing thing, when you think about it. In most times when I wake up, I remember what happened in my head, and what exact dream I had. But sometimes I don’t, and usually after either a month or a year I suddenly get that feel that I’ve seen this already. Like a situation or a movie or something. I suddenly remember that I dreamed about it, but forgot it. Most people tell me that it’s something like a Deja-vu, but I don’t really think it’s that. Dreaming is one of the things I like about sleeping. You see, it either is a nightmare or a nice dream. Or a funky one (that’s how I call the ones that aren’t really normal). When people dream they usually have close friends appearing in their dreams, which is somehow nice. I have had people who I haven’t seen for a lot of time appearing in my dreams, and it was quite interesting. Or people you haven’t even seen, which is strange, because you might meet them someday, who knows? I know from my grandmother that, if someone who is dead visits you in your dream and ask you to follow him, to never do! Because If you do you pass on, or simply put, die. That’s one of the most non-painful ways for a person to die, called the White Death or etc. I still haven’t had this dream, but I don’t know what would I do, because…well it’s rather complicated. But I’ve had a different one, in which my great grandmother, who passed away a long time ago, was laying in her grave. All of the people in my family were there, but somehow I was seeing her…not the grave, not the dirt, not the soil or the coffin. I was seeing her, laying in the coffin, but she wasn’t decomposed or anything, she looked just like before. What amazed me, aside of those things, was the idea of her seeing me, looking at her. She started talking about, how I was the chosen one, between all of the others in the family. How I was the only one to see her not dead. I was chosen to see her and deliver her words. From then on, the dream kinda collapsed and another frame, in which me and my family were arguing about that. It was really interesting to me, because It was the first time for me to see a person who was dead, visiting, or appearing before me. Rather from that, I think dreaming is awesome, because without dreams I wouldn’t be the person who I am right now. I wouldn’t have the same imagination…or maybe I would, and on top of that it would be just a sleep, nothing else. Dreaming is one way, for me to escape the reality of life. To escape the everyday stress and dive into a world where everything, mostly, is on my command. Dreaming, Day-dreaming, all of the dreaming is an amazing thing. Knowing if its real or fake…that’s the part when you start to think…what is life? Because you see…waking up from a nightmare, is easier than waking up from a sweet dream. A Story of - Envy This story is mostly dedicated to me, since I’m an envious guy. You see, nobody likes to see people succeed in something and become big. It makes you feel like no one. It makes you want to be on his place. It makes you become envious. That’s what Envy is. Something that can torn friendships, or even big companies. But you know, sometimes there’s a possibility of a good envy. -What’s that? – you ask. That’s when people don’t really mean anything bad. Because when someone gets envious of your success, it mostly because he wants to be in your shoes, so that will make him hate you, or wish you bad things. Though the good envy is when someone is envious of you, but still overcomes it and stays by your side and doesn’t bother thinking about it. -That’s not possible-you say. Yea, you may be right, because nowadays people don’t become good all of a sudden. That’s just movie bullshit that happens. Nowadays people think about their problems and don’t care if you have a ton of them, when you don’t have any gains from somewhere. If you win the lottery, or get promoted in your job, or any kind of success; the people who were by your side and didn’t care for your problems will suddenly start to care. Not because they had a change of hearth. Because they want some share from the prize you won, or etc. That’s one of the kinds of envy I am not. I’m more like a person who gets angry when I see someone better than me at something that I’ve done for years. That makes me mad, because I no longer have the motivation to keep going, and the person defeated me in such a short time. That makes me envious and mad at the same time. So what I usually do is stop hanging out with him, when I’m doing the thing I think I’m good at. I hate that part of myself, but I can’t help it. It’s like a thing all humans have. -How do we change that? – again you ask. We can’t, we simply can’t do it just like that. We need to change our way of thinking to change us. Which is hard because, when you already think that you are this and you are suddenly forced to become that, it’s just hard. But if you really put everything there is to it, you may be able to turn into a non-envious person, which I doubt, because every person I know was envious at some point. But for me…I’m not gonna change myself, because that’s who I am. I don’t like change, because it sounds like a new beginning. And that makes me feel really unmotivated, because it means I have to start from the beginning, and develop my thoughts in my mind, and built a new way of thinking, which is hard. I won’t change the way I am, because… (quoting myself) “I’m a twisted man…living in a fucked up world” A Story of- Antisocial People What is like being an antisocial person? From what I’ve seen from friends of mine, I can say that being one isn’t really good. For example, when you don’t talk to others you eventually lose all emotions you could feel, or forget how to even start a conversation in the first place, since when you don’t share anything with anyone, you tend to suffer more stress than the people who relief the stress by explaining the things that are making them suffer, which ultimately leads to cheering up. But when you don’t have anyone beside you who can listen to you, it’s just hard. But even if you do, being yourself and not knowing how to start the discussion you could only pray that your friend sees that there is something bugging you. I can’t really talk about this much, since I’ve always tend to express my feelings in any way possible, but knowing some people who can’t do the same, just makes me feel sad. Why can’t people trust each other? It isn’t so hard for a person to just let it out and talk, I mean talking is the best way possible for you to overcome being antisocial. Knowing that I have a friend that has a problem, which I can clearly see, makes me want to somehow make him feel better. I’ve been in the position where I’m the person that has a problem, but the people that were my friends decided to let me handle it myself. That just isn’t right. You don’t just let him do what he likes, that’s just an excuse for you to not have to calm him down or just feel his pain. Starting a conversation with him like: “Hey are you alright?” and then he answers: “I’m okay, don’t worry”, has to make the little bulb in your head lighten. You can’t just leave him be. Even if he doesn’t want to talk to you, you still have to try and be with him. When someone tries to understand someone, even if the other one doesn’t want to be helped, but deep inside wants the other person to beg to understand him, you don’t have to back up. That will make the things even worse. The person will feel even more unhappy, and end up in a depression, which leads to many stuff, not often good for a depressed person. Those are only my thoughts on this subject of course. No one has to listen to what I said, but I think my opinion is needed for some people who can’t or won’t explain what’s wrong. I wanted to dedicate this to a person…not gonna name who, but when he reads it, and I’m sure he will, I would like him to know that he has friends he can rely on! And finally the moral of the story: Don’t leave the people you care about to suffer a long time of pain. Don’t leave them to calm down on their own. That makes it worse. And finally…when you see a person who can’t explain himself, try to help him out! A Story of- Quitting Now, it’s been two weeks already, and some things have changed, but I can assure you that i haven’t. I did get rest, and not really cleaned my mind, but I got this new energy flowing in me. So as you see, the title of today’s story is Quitting. Why’s that you ask? Well its simple. Quitting is one of the things that’s happening all around the world, without you knowing, and either if you do, you have probably experienced it a lot. But, for you to Quit, you need to Start doing something first. But you know…starting something is… kinda time taking, or…let’s say you don’t feel good about it…but let’s say hypothetically you actually do Start doing something, and on top of that, you actually like it. That’s nice right, you practice it a lot, and you enjoy doing what you started. You do it every day with a smile on your face, and you don’t complain about it. Isn’t that nice? I mean doing something which makes you have fun, isn’t that all you want? Technically yes, but when you figure that, doing other things makes you feel bad, and doing what you like the most makes you a bit concerned. Ignoring your chores, studies, friends and all kind of stuff while doing what you like the most, what you started. Well eventually, your family, friends and all kind of people who are around you, will start thinking that you’ve changed, since the day you started doing something. They will start to ignore most of the things you say, since you either don’t pay much attention to the things the circle you are in are talking about or they just don’t feel like sharing things with you anymore. But forget them, you can always go back to do the thing you started. Going back to your room, where it’s nice and the way YOU like it. Enjoying the things, you started the most, having the fun of your life. Spending so much time doing it, the people around you, start to notice that you aren’t even coming for breakfast, lunch, dinner etc. You aren’t even greeting other people anymore…you aren’t even greeting people… Just spending time on the thing you Started. So…one day you feel like, you want to go outside, which is really odd for you, but why not, a break is a break… So you go outside your room, and all the people in the house don’t even notice you. You walk pass them, no greetings, no nothing, silence in the room. That annoys you, so you decide to go back…but the thing you started doing isn’t fun anymore…no matter how much you do it, it doesn’t help you get over he fact, that nobody greeted you and treated you like nothing. That anger turns into frustration, and that into sadness…the thing you started doesn’t give you the happiness you got from it when you first started doing it…days, weeks, months…no happiness…only sadness… You don’t feel happy doing that anymore…it doesn’t make you feel full, and lucky to be doing it anymore… It only gives you pain… And you understand that…so the only option is that you need to stop, completely stop, knowing if you continue doing It, you will lose everyone that once cared about how you felt. You need, to make sure you are done with it…bury it, burn it, delete it, destroy it, make sure it’s gone for good, so you can call it quits. And once you’ve done everything…make sure to change what you lost. Sometimes, you just need to stop what you’re doing, even if it makes you sad…you need to focus on the real things. Quitting can cause you a lot of things in life. It can open doors you never considered. It can make you feel happy, about starting doing something else, and if that doesn’t help…quitting it, is the only way. Well, I’m not really sure, why I picked this particular subject to write about, but it seems, since I’m soon quitting something, which was big in my life, and not that it isn’t now, but it’s not the same. I wanted to express how I feel about this, since I’ve quit a lot of things in my life, and the thing I will quit soon, will be missed a lot. So yea…I don’t know if there is any meaning behind this story, but probably yea…so if you are a person like that…change, or don’t…just quit. A Story of- Creating Last time we talked about Quitting, so today I thought it should be better if we talked about Creating. What is creating for me? Creating for me is something I want to do. Let’s say that if I don’t write about this someone else probably will, an if someone does I would still do it, but that’s not the point. You see, for me writing is something like a gift. You can make stories from all kind of things. You have the opportunity to redefine something and make it your own. You can work with so many genres and topics, that you could write 50 books, and still have the imagination to create and create. Of course, you can write poems, short stories and all kind of things that involves writing. Writing a story takes some time, just like right now, because I’m thinking really carefully about what to type on my keyboard. When writing a story, I think you should have something like a picture in your head, always ready to take its place in the book. When you don’t have that picture in your mind, and you can’t think of something to cover for it, most often it turns into something different. I always have this imagine in my head, about what to write about, and literally I was practicing this story in my head while taking a shower, since, let’s face it, the shower is a great place to think about things. But, leave this to a side, let’s talk about the hard part of creating. Sometimes, when that image in your head doesn’t appear in the book, and your mind can’t cover it, makes you think about a really hard option for the story, which will end probably with you sitting on your chair and thinking about what to write next. Which I can really agree with, since I have this kind of situation happen to me every day. And then, when you sit on your chair, and you think about what to write next, you start to think about getting a break. YES, that’s is exactly what you should do. Constantly trying to create work and material, without even liking it, makes you dislike what you’re doing. Taking a break will only do you good. I’ve been in so many situations where I couldn’t even think about what to write next, and I’ve had moments where I didn’t want to stop writing, because I didn’t want to forget the thought I had. There is nothing bad about taking a break, as long its short. It gives you new ideas, and new material to work with, which provides you with more contend. Creating something out of your mind, is something like a blessing, because not many people can do this. Making a story out of your imagination is a gift, you shouldn’t just ignore. Heck, I started like a hobby, and now I want this to be my job, but everything has its time, and my time has started, but not fully operated. So…if you want to create something, do it…don’t think about it too much. Now let’s quote a legend among memes: “JUST DO IT, make your dreams come TRUE…. JUST DO IT!” Thank you. Black Wing. A Story of- Technology Well, first let’s start with the fact that if I didn’t have a computer I wouldn’t be able to write this and share it will millions of people. I wouldn’t be able to do anything I do in my daily life, for which I would be really devastated, since I’m so accustomed of doing a lot of things, which the past couldn’t even get close to giving me, so I’m glad we have technology, to a certain point at least. I like that there are many things you can do in the internet, that you don’t even know. Everybody uses it in their life. What I don’t like about it nowadays is that people tend to forget themselves while there; like the young generation which doesn’t even get off the phone, tablet or whatever they are using to browse things in Twitter or Facebook. Most of the times when I walk by a café, when I’m going back home from school I can see a lot of teenage boys and girls sitting on a table and starring in their phones. That’s kinda stupid, since you could stare in your computer back home too, no need to go outside and do the same. You are in a café, at least put the phone down and speak with the others… I just don’t understand that. If it’s boring for you, just go home or wherever. Yea, technology may have evolved, but the humans have devolved in some particular ways. But we can’t blame technology for that, or can we? Most parents blame technology for the bad grades of their children instead of helping them themselves. I mean it’s not that hard to teach your kids basic stuff, like listening to you and not starring in the stupid phone screen. Let’s just say, that I prefer people to look at me instead of their phones when I’m speaking or reverse. I can talk about technology all day long, but the main things I wanted to say is that people get really abusive when it comes to technology. How can a phones cost $800 and more, just because it’s a branded phone? I mean sure, some of the new smart phones do have nice features, but placing them in some galactic prizes makes them too expensive for people. Which then makes the people who are slaves to a certain brand just give all their money, sell their kidneys and I don’t know what more, just to buy a phone. Sure, if that can help you sleep at night go for it, but don’t cry when you don’t have money to buy yourself food the next day. Yea…I hate those kind of people. But some people do have the money to spend on a phone, I mean $800 for a phone…pfft, that’s nothing, you should see my 5.9 million house, with all kind of stupid things I don’t use, because I don’t have enough time, and when I do, I’m too tired to do so. I just don’t know what more to say about this subject, more than don’t abuse technology. A Story of - Me, Black Wing So, it’s been some time since we started this A Story of- Blank series thing, and with the stories coming and going away, we haven’t really talked about who I am. And since today is the final story from Vol.2, yes Volume 2, which is really cool, I decided to talk about me. You see, everybody in this planet are normal people with lives which are decided by themselves, although some don’t have that power. I’m like the people who decide what to do, I’m a normal human being, but I sometimes think I’m the only one in the room that doesn’t think the same way as the other people who are at my age. That isn’t really something so big of a deal, since everybody in their lives has experienced this kind of feeling and I know I’m not the only one. Who I will choose to be as a person in the future, is something I don’t usually think about in a constant basis. I just don’t like thinking of what job I will do or what kind of payment I would get, no, that’s not for me. The only thing I really think about for a future is about books and stories and all kind of things that involve writing. You see, here, where I live, we don’t really have really successful authors, just a few, but I don’t really like the genre they are writing. So the main question for me this year is, “What are you gonna do after 12th grade?”, and I usually answer with “I don’t know yet”, and the person who ask the question gives me this look of shock, like I must plan every step in my life on the very spot. I’m not this kind of person to wake up and have this huge plan for the day set up. That’s only when I have to do work. I schedule on what time or day I will do it, and do it when the time comes, it’s simple. But most of the people say that I should go to college and continue my studies, which I don’t think I will do, since I dislike school, so collage would be even more of a bother. What I want to do is write stories and entertain people with them, like for example, this Friday when I released the “Origin of the Ripper” story I showed it to a friend of mine, to which I was explaining what I was gonna do with it, but I was keeping the main character out of the conversation. So when he finished reading it, he told me I did really good, and he felt like watching a documentary or something. Those very words made me really happy, since knowing that a person my age likes the content I write i know I would make other people like it. Writing stories is always fun, and have always made me think ahead of the future about them, since that’s the job I want to have. Getting it is a different thing though, since I’m already a writer but I want to have books on the shelves on libraries and books stores; I want to see the people read and enjoy them and ask questions about it, since that’s what makes a writer happy, a person wanting to know more about the story he reads, not just read it say “Meh” it was fine and place the book in its book shelf. Achieving that would make me happy to have chosen that carrier for my job and as a depending thing for me to buy food for the table. But as I said, its gonna take some time for me to fully become what I truly want, and if it doesn’t happen…well, I won’t give up on life, let’s just say that. I don’t really know what more I could tell you, of course my life, but that would be a biography, which would be long, since I’m almost 19…but that’s nothing compared to my grandma, for which I could write 10 books, and still have material for more, heh. For my final words I would like to say that I enjoy writing stories for you guys, for those who read them of course. And I don’t plan on stopping, even if I don’t get the change to have my own book in my hands and read it as the time goes. So…see Ya in the next story of – blank, which I don’t really know when its gonna air, but when I do, I’m sure gonna tell you. Thank you, Black Ned Wing. A Story of-Work One more volume and one more new beginning for this series. It’s always nice to just sit down and write about whatever you feel like writing. I haven’t really gotten enough of rest this year, always writing stories and doing a ton of stuff, but here I am, still Working. Yea, you guessed it, today we’re talking about Work, and how it affects us. Working is often the thing you hate doing, but after you spend so much time just doing it, it kinda makes you feel nice. I mean, yea 5 hours or more, is just a hard for you, whatever it is that you are doing. When I usually work, I spend at least 1 and a half or more hours to write. It isn’t really much, but I can do a lot of writing for this kind of schedule, and maybe I don’t have more than that time to spare, but I usually do. It’s kind of…frustrating to keep on going, as much as your ideas keep floating. Sometimes I get ideas, but I’m near the end of my working time, so I save it up and develop it in the next day, so I can perform better as a story teller. I’ve seen people basically hate their jobs, and would do everything to just give it up and start something different, but that takes effort, and courage because you know that when you quit a job, you either have to find a better one or call it quits, and you don’t wanna call it quits after you already quit a job. So what the heck are you gonna do? Well…nothing…yea I thought so…maybe you can just keep your well paid job, suck up, and think about all the people that don’t even have houses to go in. Yea…a house is a better thing than a job…depends on the situation that is. Here, where I am from its hard to get a job. I mean it’s pretty easy, but it depends on the job itself. You can’t just go somewhere ask to be hired and there you go… You need to do paperwork, documents all kind of stuff I don’t understand because I haven’t experienced it, but I know how it’s done, and it takes some time. And what happens, when you don’t like the job? Quit…yea, now you need to do some more paperwork, documents and all kind of stuff I still don’t understand but I know, to just quit the job and get paid for the time you’ve worked there. It’s really a complicated thing if you ask me…and sitting here writing about it, makes me kind of bored, because it really isn’t an entertaining story…but just like I said…I sat down my bed, opened a word file, and started writing about the first thing that came on my mind…so yea…I hope you understand…That’s the job I have, and honestly…I love working! ...heh… And with that, we’ve marked the start of the Volume III of the A Story of- blank series. Thank you Black “Ned” Wing A Story of- Games Is it not nice when you come back home from work, or school, training or whatever you were and just sit on your chair, start your PC, PlayStation, XBOX, NINTENDO or whatever you own and just start playing games to cheer yourself up? For me it’s really nice. Coming back from a long day of school, when every single little stupid thing gets on my nerves, and everyone drives me angry; starting to play a game instantly relaxes me. I don’t know how that happens, but the feeling is really enjoyable. It’s true that playing for a long time often gets you bored and you switch to something else, and you end up on the internet…and spend your whole day there. But let’s not go there, because…let’s face it, there people that do that (points at myself). Some games make you really comfortable while playing and capture you and throw you into your own reality where you just control everything however you like. You decide how your character is going to be dressed. What hair style its gonna have, and what fighting class it’s going to be. Or a game where you need to be strategic. You need to build a castle and defend it. Or a game where you need to use your brain to advance into the harder levels. Basically, you can choose what life you want to live, because why live one, when you can live unlimited ones. Some games even have multiplayer mode, which allows you to play your favorite game with your friends and family. Sometimes though, the multiplayer is kind of broken… (points at CERTAIN GAMES). But yea, that’s basically the point in playing the games because they make you happy, make you escape the dark and twisted life you don’t want to be a part of, and…give you the joy of having a different place to go in. The bottom line is that GAMES RULE!!! I mean…have you seen a miserable man while playing games? I have…but that’s because he was playing League of Legends…and he lost really badly, heh. Thank god I don’t play that, because I might end up with a broken pc…Heheheh. That’s all folks! Thank you, Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Holidays Many people know the pleasure of working that final day before you get to spend a wonderful weekend at your home, doing whatever you feel like doing. But the difference of knowing that at the weekend you will go to somewhere, you’ve planned to go for a couple of weeks, is something really…really different. At work, you just can’t keep a straight face, knowing and dreaming of the magical time you and your kids are gonna have. It is, really nice…but it should be really good, if you don’t tell anyone about it, because you wouldn’t like the extra hours right before the holiday, right? Keep it to yourself, and maybe your best friend who works there too, heck, why not invite him and his family too? I mean, you are going to a camp in a really nice resort, so…I don’t see why not? Except if your wife wants to that is… Having your friend and your family, is something really important for a weekend, especially if its Christmas. You could do so many things there. Gather wood for the fire, go exploring in the woods (not too far though) and just play something, like soccer, or…I don’t know. The food is important too, because where you are going there isn’t food ready for you, so you need to buy and cook it later, which is fun, considering you have a fire already blazing. And lastly, the presents, for the kids. It won’t be a really nice Christmas, if there isn’t presents, right? So why don’t you make a game? Buy a lot of stuff, and number them. Like: a toy with number 1, or a book with number 2 and etc. Then everybody gets a number, from a basket, and then you tell them what they got. It’s fun, when there are a lot of people playing it. And that’s mostly about it. The key is to have fun, and enjoy your stay. You can’t have a lovely Christmas, if your family isn’t pleased, so make sure you are the best party maker ever! This story was inspired from my trip to camp “Raspberry” which Is a real thing! It was really nice, there, seeing how the small houses are shaped like triangles and the trees surrounding them was really neat, and gave me the idea to write about it. Me and my classmates really liked it, except some people who were to judgmental of things, and didn’t get the pleasure the others got, but eh…screw them, we had a blast. Thank you! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Christmas Oh Christmas…how I love this day of the year. Usually when December comes, I start counting the days until Christmas hits. But not only I do it, many other kids do it too. They even write letters to Santa Clause, to which I don’t…since I know that…yea. It’s fun having a day of the year to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, because that’s what the day symbolizes. I don’t know about other traditions, but I do respect them. I’m talking about how we celebrate it in Bulgaria, so yea. Usually when its November and when Halloween ends, the Christmas decorations are already placed in every big super market, that’s not bad, but it’s certainly too soon. Like come on, it’s the 5th of November and there’s a big Christmas tree at the entrance…like why? It’s not bad, but not good too. For me the right time, is at the 1st of December, so the spirit finally hits you. When you have school or you work, and go to the super market, and you see all those holidays decorations, it just hits you that Christmas is right around the corner, but…is it really? Like there 50- something days until then, and there’s a big Santa Clause ho-ho-ho- ing, and smiling. That kinda makes me want to sit on the table and start eating the turkey…which isn’t really that important. I personally haven’t tried turkey in my life, and I so want to just once, have a traditional Christmas dinner, involving all the right things. For me Christmas is special, I don’t know how to express my mind now, but I really enjoy when there’s a lot of people gathered at the table who are just talking about things. I love watching the traditional “Home Alone” movie, because it’s just fun. I mean, who doesn’t like “Home Alone”. I watch “A Christmas Carol” too, which is a bit dark, but nice at the same time. Ahh, I can talk about this day until evening, but that would mean I’ve spend my whole 25th writing about it, and not just enjoying it. I already know what’s gonna happen tonight, and I can’t wait…there’s certainly gonna be something interesting, if not amusing. So until I sit on the table and eat from the many things, I’m gonna open my Movie Folder and start watching “A Christmas Carol” eating my favorite yogurt. Thank you! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Snow What is so special about it? I don’t understand the importance of snow, or the peoples delightment when they see it. Yes, it is a symbol or something like a sign that usually tells us that winter is here, and that Christmas is near, but I still find it rather pointless. The cold weather and the icy paths in the cities, all of those things are really annoying for the people trying to get from point A to point B and the snow, which was greeted with laughs and smiles, is now greeted with anger and indulgence. This past week it’s been snowing. Something I usually care not to smile or laugh about. I don’t know where I find this hatred, or rather, like I said, indulgence for snow, but when it rains I particularly don’t pay much attention to it, knowing I have to go somewhere, school, or the grocery store to buy all the things from the shop list, which never seems to end. Yes, watching it makes me a bit cheered up, seeing how the snowflakes touch the ground and dissolve into water, when it’s hot, or when they group around and turn into this white and cold powder we all know and love, known as snow. Watching that transformation is rather nice, but, knowing you have to get outside tomorrow and clean your car, then stay five to ten minutes only trying to get warm so you get to work is a bit frustrating, and lets not mention how cold it gets in a car, in the middle of the winter. I’m talking this way, because this week has been a really snowy one. There’s snow everywhere, even in the balconies. It’s hard to go somewhere, because right outside my block we have a full street covered with ice, and on top of it, you guessed it, snow. When you walk on the snow, it gets down and your foot then slips and you fall on your bum. If that sounds good to you, I don’t know…have fun falling on the ground? I can make sure, that everyone likes snow, even when they were little. I also loved playing in the snow, but now looking back i find it a little bit stupid. Ain’t nobody got time for that. So yea, this story was inspired by true life events. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Politics So, today is a rather different subject apart from the ones I usually talk about in these stories, but since today was the Bulgarian’s president inauguration, and I think this Friday was the Americans president inauguration I thought that the subject about politics and all kind of stuff would be understandable. So, what should we all expect from the new presidents? Well, for ours we expect a lot of stuff for the upcoming years, since the last president wasn’t …well, yea. Although thinking about it, the president (our one), doesn’t have a lot of things he can do. The Prime Minister has the right to change the laws and all of the things in Bulgaria. So…yea, again I say that the new 5th president of Bulgaria is a far better choice than the last one, which was a toy being handled like a dog. So stepping in 2017, all the nations, America, Europe and probably all the countries in the world probably expect things from the new presidents. So, let’s hope everything is fine. By the way, I don’t really know what the American president is doing, but I don’t even want to know, since he isn’t our president. I would probably talk about this subject in a different story, but not today. So yea, hope we have a better year than the last one. Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Virtual Reality The Virtual reality. Today the subject is going to be about technology, and by that I mean an item or you can say accessory which allows you to enter the Virtual Reality. Let s ask the question first. What exactly is VR? Well, that is simple. It’s a headset which gives you a view you’ve never experienced before. Most of the things you see from the screen are all in 360 degrees. You can feel like you are in the video game you are playing and control the character like you want, using the different accessories. But before that, you need to set up the devise. All you need to do is place an Android or IOS smartphone in the hole in the headset and connect it. It is really easy to do it, and after you do this step, from there on is rather interesting to see what’s next. You need to install an app for your phone in order to run programs in VR. You can even browse videos that are in 360 and see them with picture perfect graphics. The VR is a fascinating devise which can pleasure your desires. Playing games, solving puzzles, and watching stunning videos. That’s what the VR gives you, for now. The world is waiting for more and more new inventions to try, and having the VR as a product which can evolve from stage to stage is something worth caring about. Either if its PlayStation VR, Oculus Right, HTC VR or etc. it is still a pleasure to dive in the excitement. And with that we wrap it all up. I picked this subject because my mother bought me a VR Headset, and I still haven’t tried it yet, but im excited to do it. So I made some small research and found some things that can help me, and others as well. So yea. That’s basically all folks. Thank you for the attention. Black Ned Wing A Story of- Choices Every once in a while a person has to decide on which path to continue walking on. He starts thinking how hard is decide where to go. His mind isn’t helping him pick a left or a right turn, he is calculating the chances of success after going on a certain path. If the chance of success on the left path is higher than the one on the right, then of course he would pick the left path. But if the chances of gaining something from the right path is higher from the left, then the person is going to be stuck in a dilemma. Which way to go? The left? Where his chances of surviving are 100%, or the right path, which promises treasures and all kind of things that would make a person fall in lust for money, but with the chances of survival lower. His mind would think and think of a way. Would it be that scary if he turns on to the right…He thinks a lot and doesn’t know what to do. He is out of any kind of points to hang on. He is free to pick his life, will he be a rich king, or a person…just a person…no one would remember a person, who went through the left path, knowing he will survive. They would remember the person who went through hell and beyond to find treasures full with diamonds and gold, pearls and rubies, necklaces and rings made of the purest gold. Everything a person would dream of. Of course he would get remember from that. Its logical…isn’t it? His mind shakes up. Has he decided. Maybe. He turns to the right and with a face full of excitement he starts walking ahead. He made a choice to go there. Even if that wasn’t the situation, many people have to make a certain choice in their lives. Either to smoke, drink or do drugs, that’s only decided by the person. Decide on going to college or start working. Everything in life is made of choices. Cocked food or ready food? Outside or Inside. Cat or Dog. Computer or Laptop, phone or tablet, beer or wine, meat or vegetables, and etc. There is a time when you understand that you probably picked the wrong thing, but…it’s too late. That person who picked the way of the money, died, because the way was full of traps, and blinded by the treasures…he fell to his death. Choices sometimes make people confused. When you have to decide on something, your brain gives you all the pros and all the cons. But it’s you who has to make the decision and make a choice so that you move forward. Many people have died of making the choice of ending their lives…many people survived by making the choice that it’s not worth dying. Choices can make you fall in love, if you pick the right girl/boy. Choices can make you break up with the girl or boy, because you’ve seen that they aren’t good enough. Choices are the thing in your head, that will paint your way towards what YOU want to do. ITS YOUR CHOICE. Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Matriculations Another volume goes, and a new one will come. But until then, lets finish the current one. Today, I decided to talk about whatever is on my mind right now. Yea…I guess that’s random. Deciding on doing something random isn’t really easy to do. Sometimes you may think of doing something, but end up not knowing what to do. Today I felt that way. I was sitting on my bed, and was looking at my sleeping hamsters. 14 hamsters to be exact. They looked rather peaceful, but I knew I had to wake them up after some time so that I can clean their aquarium. I knew I had to get up and dress, but I knew that I had to go to the bath and take a shower. And on top of that, it was Sunday. And on this day I feel kind of slow. Not slow-thinking, but slow, just lazy. I wasn’t gonna do anything, I was sitting and looked at the two males, which were in one aquarium. The one who has white and brownish fur is called Tom. I saw that he was going to wake up, so I picked him up and started petting him. Then left him on the bed and he started exploring it, since the hamsters are really curious animals. I trust Tom not to do anything bad, since he was the calmest and listened to me. Yea, it’s strange how sometimes animals listen to you. Later on me and dad cleaned the aquariums, I vacuumed the room, and finally took a shower. I still have some tasks to do, but my mind was set on what story to write about in the final story of vol.3. It wasn’t really hard to think about what...it was hard to think about what to write. AND, that’s the moment I decided to open up a blank word file. I adjusted all the things I wanted, and started writing whatever came to my mind. Everything I did today was random. Somethings of course were planned. But this particular story is plain random to the core. And now as im thinking of finishing lines, I look at the hamsters who are once again sleeping, and think of what would the next story be about? Hmm…curious, isn’t it. Maybe…that’s the answer…Hehe. Well I guess I wrote what was on my mind for now. Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Randomness Another volume goes, and a new one will come. But until then, lets finish the current one. Today, I decided to talk about whatever is on my mind right now. Yea…I guess that’s random. Deciding on doing something random isn’t really easy to do. Sometimes you may think of doing something, but end up not knowing what to do. Today I felt that way. I was sitting on my bed, and was looking at my sleeping hamsters. 14 hamsters to be exact. They looked rather peaceful, but I knew I had to wake them up after some time so that I can clean their aquarium. I knew I had to get up and dress, but I knew that I had to go to the bath and take a shower. And on top of that, it was Sunday. And on this day I feel kind of slow. Not slow-thinking, but slow, just lazy. I wasn’t gonna do anything, I was sitting and looked at the two males, which were in one aquarium. The one who has white and brownish fur is called Tom. I saw that he was going to wake up, so I picked him up and started petting him. Then left him on the bed and he started exploring it, since the hamsters are really curious animals. I trust Tom not to do anything bad, since he was the calmest and listened to me. Yea, it’s strange how sometimes animals listen to you. Later on me and dad cleaned the aquariums, I vacuumed the room, and finally took a shower. I still have some tasks to do, but my mind was set on what story to write about in the final story of vol.3. It wasn’t really hard to think about what...it was hard to think about what to write. AND, that’s the moment I decided to open up a blank word file. I adjusted all the things I wanted, and started writing whatever came to my mind. Everything I did today was random. Somethings of course were planned. But this particular story is plain random to the core. And now as im thinking of finishing lines, I look at the hamsters who are once again sleeping, and think of what would the next story be about? Hmm…curious, isn’t it. Maybe…that’s the answer…Hehe. Well I guess I wrote what was on my mind for now. This was the last story of Vol.3 Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of - Curiosity
Well, another volume has starter. Interesting, huh? What should we possibly talk about now? You should already know already by the title, right? Actually…im the one who thought of the title, so I kind of already know what we are gonna talk about. Curiosity. Yes…a really interesting thing, aint it? It can bring a person up and make him do something, just so that person understands it. Yes, curiosity has the power to make a person interested in doing something, so he later gains the knowledge he wanted, or some other personal gain. Curiosity brings us really back…I mean really back, in the world. If we say that there really was an Eden’s garden, and Adam and Eve really lived there, then we can find, some truly interesting things. But since we are in this particular subject, we are focused on the curiosity. When the snake makes Eve touch the apple, she is guided by the foolish promises the snake tells her, and also by the curiousness of herself. She wants to see the reality, and when that happened God, allegedly punishes them. Or so it happened. Im talking about something, which is far more big than you think. For starters…you who reads this, was probably interested in seeing what was this all about, and you clicked on the story out of pure curiosity. I could sit here and give many examples of people who do things out of curiosity…to name a fell: ALL STUPID CHALLENGES ON YOUTUBE. People who do dumb stuff. And…well, almost everyone frickin person in a horror movie. So yea…curiosity is the thing that makes you do other things, which you later either don’t want to do anymore, or want to do. Make you learn something you wanted to learn. Or see something you didn’t want to see. Like for example…don’t google: old clocks. If you aren’t curious you would skip it. But if you are…don’t forget to add the “L” to clocks. Trust me…I was really confused for a moment…never mind. So yea…that’s about it for today. Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Books I’m surprised I haven’t talked about this subject yet. Yes, talk, since the voice in my head is telling my fingers what button to push. So, im kind of speaking in my mind, but you are reading it, so technically im writing, but im talking at the same time, and you, as a reader, are reading it. What’s my point? My point was kind of obvious wasn’t it? This is my opening to the main subject, of course. And todays main subject is Books. The things that make our minds go inside the worlds the writers have created. It is always nice, to open a favorite book and start reading it. It takes you back in time, and unleashes in you a nostalgic feeling. Or maybe it could make you sad, that it’s over, or happy, that there is going to be another book. It’s always different. But it’s always the same, for everybody in the end; where you have finished a full series of books, and everything ends nicely…and you are just standing there, staring at the “The End” words and thinking: “Well…now what?”. If you haven’t done that, then you are lying to yourself. I’ve done that so many times, that I can’t even remember. But you know what the sad part is? Kids these days won’t understand that feeling. Why? Because some of them don’t even know how to open a book. And if do, know, who has time to sit and read a book, when you can do so many things? That is really sad. Really, really sad. Some people read books from their phones or tablets, or book readers. Some even listen to it. I have nothing against that, but…that not really how it’s supposed to be done. Wouldn’t you like to have a hard or soft cover book, which you can store in your library shelf? And then someday take it from there and open it up? That’s the best feeling ever! At least for me it is, and I know some other people who think the same. So…don’t go on your phone or whatever you are using, and just do it the old way…or, actually, the right way. As for me personally, I’ve read a lot of books, which made me want to write my own books in the first place. I do have a shelf above my cabinet, on where I have a lot of stored books. 19 to be exact. Yea…it might seem low, but im trying to build myself a collection. I have a list of books that i will buy in the future. Right now, im on Stephen King. And, since I started with a certain publishing house, which sadly only has six of his books, I’m collecting six of them. I also have the full collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s books; I think I have. The full eight books of the Harry Potter series, including the two support books, if you can call them that way. So yea…im slowly building a library, in which I have really close to my heart books. When I finish with King, I will be heading towards J. R. R Tolkien and the LOTR saga. And many more to go. So, yea…that was all for today. I hope people do like reading real books, like I do. If not, well, at least you are reading them from somewhere, not the way you should, but some way. Thank you. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Sickness How should we start todays subject? I don’t really know…I can just take this, as an opening line, but is it really? Who cares anyway, I’m only doing this, to cover up the start to this story. And…speaking of today’s story, we are going to talk about, sickness. Yes…being sick usually sucks. But there are pros and cons to that. First of all, lets cover to pros. We, who are sick, don’t have to get up for school. We don’t have to do any house work. And most of the time, we can gather up, in front of the TV, computer, or lay in bed. And the cons…well the cons are every single stupid frickin sickness, tablet, medicine and doctor, who tells us what to take. At least for me that is. For me, when I’m really sick, I don’t have the power needed for me to eve open up the computer, so I just sit there and watch Cartoon Network, and hope that it once again returns to its former glory. And yes, a 19-year-old man can watch CN, I don’t see a problem with it…although the problem is with CN itself…when is it going to realize that nobody watches the new shitty cartoon? Never mind that. And, when im laying on my bed, watching TV, I’m just beaten to the point I can’t get up anymore. All the energy I have stored, is suddenly wasted in getting up and going to the bathroom. In those moments my grandma always makes me a good old cup of chicken soup. I don’t know how she makes it, but I straight up love chicken soup, especially when im sick. That’s usually my routine, for when I’m not feeling well. If it’s just a cold, my parents threat it like I have a scratch on my knee. GET YOUR ASS UP, AND GO TO SCHOOL BOY! AINT NOBODY DIED OUT OF A COLD. Yea…I’m pretty sure there are some people who died out of a cold in the record books, but…im tired of stepping up to my parents. So for the finish. If you do the same as me when you are sick, you, the one reading this right now, then…NICE! not nice, but, you get it. And…I don’t really know what to say anymore, so...well, see Ya next time. That’s all for today folks! Thank you, Black Ned Wing. A Story of - Forgotten Well, I don’t really know how to open todays story, so im just gonna type. Lately, and by that, I mean for 2 or more months, I’ve been…forgotten. By friends in real life and in the internet. Maybe I am the reason for that, since I really don’t want to be the one to start a conversation, since I know I don’t really have anything to say. And if the person I want to talk with, has the same problem, then the communication between us is really, and I mean really, just fading. You see, I had a group of friends whom I met from a game online. Since I stopped playing it, most of them just either stopped talking with me, or forgot about me, which is actually the same If you think about it. Some of them were total pricks, but some I really appreciated as company. And as I said, it’s been some time now, and I haven’t really talked with nobody. Adding the real life to the picture makes it even crappier. I mean, I don’t know why, but for some time now, I haven’t really talked with my RL friends that much. And…to be honest I really don’t know why. Maybe since I don’t know how to start a conversation with them, or…maybe because I lost interest in them. Probably both. I’m the type of person to wait for the other people to talk first. I won’t say: “So what’s up with you?” first. I just don’t know why. I’ve always described myself as a listener rather than a talker. I prefer to listen to other people talk and if I’m interested I join in. Sometimes, when my family is having a gathering, either at ours or uncles house, I mostly just sit there and listen to the adults, even if I already am one. They talk about stuff that either are interesting or boring. Either way I’m just listening. And then I get attacked by some of them. “You haven’t talked at all, what’s up with you?” I take this as permission to say something good enough to make the adults start talking at each other again, since I hate the stares of people. I dislike when im being watched. The feel of eyes looking at me is just annoying, alongside disturbing. Especially when im eating. I hate people watching me eat. It’s just…I really can’t explain it…I can just say that I don’t like it. Maybe the fact that I hate so much, made people get distant from me. Maybe I said something that I shouldn’t have said. I really don’t know. I know for a fact that, im forgotten. You see…I made a little experiment. I wasn’t gonna talk to anyone on the internet for a week. And…the result showed the exact thing I thought. Nobody talked to me for a week. By that I deduced…well to be fair, it’s pretty darn easy to figure out…that im forgotten. A Story of- War 2 The world has gone crazy. Yea, that’s the opening for today, since its matching the mood in the entire planet right now. Everything is just plain crazy. Plus, adding the “giant mess” to the dough, making it a whole new experience of crazy. By the title, you, the one who is reading this story, knows what we are gonna talk about today. For the second time…we are going to talk about WAR! -because according to Syria that’s what is going to happen. Just take everything that has happened these past weeks. An attack in St. Petersburg in Russia. The London attack at the Westminster bridge. And the countless more. Why has the priority to destroy surpass the one to defend? Why have the ages of war started to sing their battle songs, while the age of peace is waving its white flag? Everything is leading to War. This isn’t the option. But sometimes, when words can’t change a person, trying over and over again won’t work. There are times, dark ones, in which people have to learn to deal with problems the hard way. But still, why was this all started? Just because people who call themselves Al-Qaida, don’t believe in any other god. They believe in Allah. They believe that if other people don’t believe in him, then those non-believers need to perish. And that’s why they are doing their attacks all around the world. There are different reasons why everything started. The civil wars in Syria and all battles that are still going on. It is really amusing to me, how people still haven’t learned to live like the others that surround them. Why haven’t they tried to just evolve? I don’t know. But, if they do want to fight…others won’t turn down the offer. The US already did. It’s up to the others to stop them once and for all. In times like this, Wars aren’t needed. Peace needs to be established. And the terrors need to be stopped. What else can I say? I mean…if I can’t do nothing, at least I can talk about something, even if the people who suffered from those attacks, don’t believe in fighting in peace. I can understand that, since if we were attacked, it would mean that they declare a war against everyone. But when everyone has only one opponent, it’s easy to win. Nothing can change the fact, that the world has gone mad. Nothing can change the fact that the people haven’t learned their lessons from previous wars- and believe me that won’t change. It will never change. AND BECAUSE OF SHIT LIKE THAT, ALIENS DON’T VISIT US! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PEOPLE! Thank you for reading this! Black Ned Wing! A Story of -Ghosts After last week’s heavy subject that we talked about, today, I think we should go to a different one, not so heavy, but even more mysterious than the previous ones. There are even more questions surrounding this question. Should we call it a question thought? Well, yes. Since, when this subject is brought up, it usually starts with: “Do you believe in ghosts?” Then the conversation goes on different ways. People might tell some spooky things usually connected with spirits roaming in the house. But, some people can’t figure out, that even if they think they don’t exist, they do. I’m not saying this just for the sake of the story. I myself haven’t experienced something paranormal…and I don’t really wish to do so. But, I’ve heard a lot of stories who have. Mostly with poltergeists and unusual things that happen in the house or somewhere else. My cousin has some strange meetings with ghosts that went on for a couple of months. A friend of mine had a poltergeist problem. And all other happenings around the world, prove that there really are ghosts. There are a lot of pictures proving it, but there are some which are fake. Those which are real, can really make you shiver. Seeing something unusual in your home, watching you when you sleep can really make up your mind, that we aren’t really alone, in the dark. There have been videos of ghosts in haunted places, which seem really real. There are some which aren’t really. It’s hard proving the fact that there are really among us, but the truth is, at least for me, that there really are ghosts who roam above out heads. While im writing this story, im sitting on my bed, which is located in my bedroom. Which is obvious, but what you don’t know, is that my grandfather passed away in this room. It was 12 years ago, and when I was little, I was pretty much afraid to go inside the room, and now it is mine. Talk about a twist of fate, am I right? I don’t really think what would I do if I had a ghost’s experience, but I don’t really want to think about it either, since well…it’s not really nice. Well, that’s all for today! Thank you for reading this. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Prom Well a week has passed, and nothing mostly has changed, well except the fact that starting tomorrow I have to study for my matriculations, which we talked about last volume, that are coming. Rather than that, nothing has changed. I write weekly, having three series that are getting bigger and bigger as the months go by. I mean look at this series. We are atVol.4 and I still have subjects to talk about, which we haven’t brought up, because…well no one rather than me knows why I don’t talk about something which might intrigue some of you more, but let’s face it. I’m not a person who has the mind to think about different kind of stories every day. I mean for a writer like me, who has to think about something to write about in Monday, Thursday and Sunday is quite the f’in achievement. As for today, I thought we should talk about the stupid thing which is the Prom, which we call Ball by the way, but Prom sounds kind of easier to understand. Here, when it comes to proms, we have the strict traditions to throw awful a lot of money for one night, in which we get drunk, do stupid things and don’t remember what happened. Each graduate does the exact same thing, following the list. 1st. Get a nice suit, that will get dusty in the wardrobe. 2nd. Try to find a date (talking mostly for the guys here) and either fail or go with their sisters. 3rd. Hire a car, which they might end up crashing, depends on the how much alcohol they consumed. And 4th. Try to get laid in the end of it all, or go to another bar or disco and have more fun. And suddenly I got bored of writing about it. I got bored not because I don’t like the subject, it’s because I don’t respect it as much as the others I have talked about. Mainly because its threated like some sort of big thing which really isn’t. After you graduate you have many paths you will take. Go to college, start work, do something with your life, so you don’t end up like a homeless guy who sits in the alleyways and plays with stray dogs…okay I got a bit sidelined, but you get the point. I don’t want to party like I will die at the end of the night. Everybody has plans, but they can get ruined with the slightest thing that goes wrong. For me the night will start, I will have the pictures, as much as irritating that it sounds, have dinner, watch the others dance, maybe…maybe join them as one final night in high school and go to a club or something and finally take a nice walk around, just to breathe the air and feel the new openings in my life, until I go home. You may find that boring…but that’s me. I’m an odd, boring, twisted person that doesn’t like doing what others do. That’s exactly why im writing this, because im not going to do what its common to, and that is fail in life, as most of the graduates do in my country. Don’t really know how it goes in the other parts in the world, but the way I will have my ball, prom, final night…is normally. Thank you for reading this. Next week might get funky, but we will see. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- After School Ends Well, im free from the responsibilities of school. Is it nice? Yes… Right after you pick the final question of the exam, you feel this sort of weight lifting out of your shoulders. You check the answers again, and when you are ready you place the sheet of answers in a white envelope and seal it in a larger brown one. Then…you are free in doing whatever the hell you want. “You should go and study in a nice collage with great perspectives for your life” “Maybe you should go and enroll in a collage, but in a different country so that you actually learn something” “Nah, you don’t need to go there, I mean, just go and search for a job…nobody really does go and study for a higher education nowadays. And after all the people are done with explaining what you have to do with YOUR life, all those ideas get stuck into your brain, which previously had to throw up tons of recalled information for the exam. You get stuck in a dilemma…what should I do…work, study…travel…play games for the rest of my life? Become a hamster? Try to turn into a super saiyan and tons of other fun activities. The question here is not about what you should do…it’s about what YOU want to do. It’s easy to listen to people and follow their advice and head into a solution you may end up not liking. Right after I did my exam, I came back home, and whoever saw me, asked this question: “So what will you do now?” Everyone assumes that I would say, go to college or something. When I say that I don’t want to study, they give me this riddled face. “But why, you could do so many things…blah…” The reason…there are many reasons why I don’t…but the main reason, shorten to a simple answer, is because I JUST DON’T WANT TO GO…it’s just that easy to say it. It’s not about what other people want you to do, or what your parents force you to do. It’s about what you want to achieve in your prime achievements of your life. Its about finding what you care about and doing it. Don’t listen to what other people advise you to do…do what you find best. And, I think that’s all for now…I think it’s a nice life lesson we talked about today. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of-Money So, last time we talked about what we do after school ends. Previous to that we talked about Proms and how they impact our lives, and now we are going to talk about something that is usually mixed with those two things, and that is (you already guessed by the title) – Money. Yes, connecting the prom and after it with money is usually a thing here. By that I mean this. Here, we have different traditions, and sometimes, when a graduate, graduates he has a prom which is organized all by his parents. In that prom, they invite most of their friends and relatives. The relatives either buy gifts that the graduate will save as a memory of the prom itself, or just give him money. Do you see where the connection between the two stories hide? Last time I talked about doing what you find the best, but it often comes to the point that you need some amount of money to achieve this dream of yours. And now come the part of today’s lecture- as I call them. When you receive the money, you don’t just go and spend it like a motherfucker and buy whatever you see. First of all, chill…save the money and invest it in something you need, not want. Now, if you really want something, but don’t need it, that’s a different story. If you wish, you could store them in a bank and continue to save them for something different. For collage, for future trips or even for a gift to yourself. Now, when it comes to me, I always have a goal in mind that I want to achieve. First of all, when my home prom happened, I didn’t really know how much money I would get, but it turned out to be quite a lot…not really much, but decent amount for me. Before that, I planned to get myself a good TV, since my old one was kind of trash which we got like 10 years ago. I really wanted to save myself some other money, which I received from grandma, uncle and mom. They bought me silver weir, as a gift for my graduation. And yes I prefer silver to gold, fuck off. I had some money stored and when I mixed my own, and the one I got from the prom, I managed to buy myself a TV. Yep, im even writing this and watching it on the TV screen, since im using it as a monitor. I would say it’s a nice investment for my room. I would advise you guys, not to spend your money on the prom like a maniac, because when it comes to the prom, and the dress or costume you have to wear…the money in that picture is the main thing to see. Not only that it would be expensive AF, but it would be for one night only. Is it really worth it to spend like 1000 grand for a costume that you will place in your wardrobe and never wear again? No…it’s not…Buy yourself a nice thing. Dot spend your money like a retard…please. That’s all for today. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Traveling Volume IV final And, finally we reached the final story of this volume, and I gotta say, the past weeks, I’ve been connecting the stories, so not only they sound better, but have logical explanation. Prom, After school, Money and now Traveling are all mixed in this spider web. Some people think of this as a fluke, but it really isn’t. If everything I’ve been writing so far, is kind of true, then you should agree on this too. I’ve already covered a “Work” related subject, but this time I want to focus more on the calmer side of life. And by that I mean going on a vacation, at a place where everything seems so far, judging from the perspective of your country. You could basically go anywhere…but for that, you need money. Then we go back, to the money related story and take notes from there. Save up some money from the proms, and go somewhere where you might be happy to live. It’s not only for the vacation. You can go there to study, if you don’t want to waste your time in studying something in your country, and end up having no place to go to work with that certain career you picked. There you could literally go and harvest fruits or vegetables and earn some money for when you get back. You could find a job that doesn’t require you do to do a lot of things, and get payed double the last job. There are a lot of opportunities in traveling without no certain clue of what you are doing. Not only you will have a nice vacation, but earn some spare money too. For me, im going to visit my mom in Germany next month, but my goal is to just chill when n and if I get there. But I do have some plans for the future…and I gotta say, I don’t know how it will affect my writing, and the stories I want to spread into the world. But i will manage to think of something, or maybe change the schedule…who knows. And…with that, I think its fine to end the volume and head up with full speed towards the next one. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. Note: The story is going to be deleted next Wednesday, and the Volume Collection for IV is going to be uploaded then too. A Story of- Return Yes…I’m back! Well, it was nice to be on a vacation for such a long time, without writing or thinking about schedules and all the other things that come with it…but for the time being im BACK BAYBEEE! Ahhh…it’s been a long time since I stood here, and wrote whatever it came to mind…and now that im doing it…it feels nice. Not that I couldn’t write in Germany…I could, but without my laptop it gets kind of hard to type it on the phone, plus is easier for me to write on the laptop, because im used to the keyboard and it’s just a better editing process. But overall it was really cool visiting my mother. And if some of you are curious, I live with my Father, step-mom and grandmother. Dad and Mom got divorced 4 years ago, and now I can go to both of them, but since mom moved to Germany that possibility got shortened. So, now I’m thinking of going there every summer-vacation. And the problems are dealt with. Now…it’s been some time since I’ve returned, maybe a week, and people asked me what is my next path, since I graduated, and im not planning on going to college, so I have one choice. Work. I did apply for a job at a newly found company that produces some kind of car levers, that control the headlights, the cleaners and etc. But seeing my diploma they agreed on my application for the IT specialist department. And now im waiting for a call to see what will happen. But until then, im here…and im still in a writing spree in my mind. There’s a lot of stories that need to be laid on the world, and im not done yet. The plans for the novels is still on, and, if everything goes good, next week, im starting work on Chronicles of Black- Book of Destruction. The end is coming, and it doesn’t look bright, but it is really interesting to see how things will turn out for our hero and avenger. And mostly…im really happy that Im back, and have the opportunity to talk like I always have. I’m glad, that there are still people who are interested in reading what I have in mind. And mostly…im happy. For some time, I have been really grumpy and such…but that is a topic for next week. And so, this is all for today folks! Better tune in, next Sunday, so we can have a talk! Thank you for reading! -Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Revelation New week, new topic, but somehow connected to the previous one. Yea…for the last couple of months I’ve been all kinds of moody, or should I say grumpy. The reason behind this…not really known, but it is a fact that I dint really feel happy about anything, and did kinda wanted to not give a shit about nothing. Again, I don’t know why it happened, but I really wasn’t feeling good mentally, and my mind was in a dark place. To be honest, it was kind of deeply driven to my brain that I wasn’t really the type of person to enjoy things. I’m that kind, that watches everything with a smile, but doesn’t say a word. I prefer to listen to what other people have to say, and I feel good about it, since I really don’t have anything to say…but the reality is that I really do have, though I’m somehow shy or just don’t know how to start the conversation leading to the thing I am interested in telling you. But now, since I’ve been back from my vacation, I feel quite energized and happy with my life. Yea, there are bumps along the way to a happy and healthful life, but it is better to enjoy your miserable life, with the people you find dare to you. Sometimes being alone isn’t really the answer, even if you really wish to just go and hide from everybody, isolate yourself and do what you want, until you are ready to go back to the real world again. And, now that I Returned last week, im ready to continue my path through life, knowing that, whatever happens, it happens for good. No wonder I named this story Revelation…I kind of found a new me in those wings I’ve covered myself with. A new feather hiding in the patch. Sadness that converted to laugh…I am a Black Creature from the Light! (I tried to rhyme, didn’t know if it is nice, but I think it sounds cool saying it, so yea…) That’s all for today folks! Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing A Story of-Long Days This story is going to be a shorter one, Cuz im really frickin tired. So let’s talk about long days… Today was one awfully long day, filled with moments that were nice and positive. It wasn’t a bad day, it was just long…and kind of exhausting to be honest. It started when my cousin came by, with her son, my nephew or idk how to call him. We played for hours literally. On my PlayStation on my laptop, with books, wooden ships, pillows all kinds of toys…it was fun, but tiring. Grandma fell asleep without even having to take a pill for the pain in her legs and body, she just fell asleep, which is good, but kind of bad for her, since she is old, and getting exhausted like that isn’t really healthy, but she really does love my nephew, so yea. It was exhausting to sit for nearly two hours and write a chapter for the new novel, which is going great, focusing the story towards the new villain, and giving us a brief refresh of memory…all that in one chapter…NICE! Oh and todays ASOF. The thing I wish for now, is to lay down on the bed and watch some videos…yea…that’s what I am about to do now, so yea…night! And with that, we mark a new week. Thank you for readin’. Black Ned Wing A Story of- “Adulting” So, a few stories back I think I said that I was going to start work eventually, and that I will probably still post regularly here. Well, I am starting work tomorrow. Yea, I know right, I’m “adulting”. To be quiet honest, the only explanation for it, is that I want to buy new games for my console and such, plus want to have money in my pocket when I need some. And that’s mostly it. Whether I will post stories or not, I will still work and try my best to do it. Writing poems, novels and stories for the scheduled week might be harder, because I will have to work for the day, and when I come back I might be tired or I don’t know, something might happen…but either way, I will try to post regularly. My dreams of becoming an author is still here…but a dream is a dream, and reality is reality. I can’t ignore all and jump on the train in becoming a well-known, best-selling author. But what I can do, is gather some money, and build myself a pile of books, each better than the previous. Evolve my style and try to focus on my IRL work as well. That’s the system over here. You go to kindergarten, school, college and then work. That’s it…you wanted to become Batman? Well screw you! Being an adult isn’t fun. But I’m not really an adult right now…I have everything provided. A house, free food, internet, PC, PS4, TV…and yea. I’m just adulting, when I say that I’m going off to work. There’s nothing more to it, and probably never will, because I don’t really want to move out of this house…right now, because I don’t have money to buy myself my own place, or rent something. Only because I have everything provided, and I have to take money out of my pocket to pay for all the taxes that provide nice things in a house. So…yea…going to travel to a different city tomorrow, and see how everything turns out. If I like it, I’ll stay and work. As I said I will try to post regularly…and, not to hype or anything, but the new novel is turning out quite the jewel. So that’s mainly it. That’s all for today folks. Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing A Story of-Exhaustion It’s been a long week! Since last Sunday, I shared that I will be starting work, and yes, I did. The first week of work is always kind of hard, especially if you haven’t worked that job in your life, but in the end when you get used to working with tools they give you, and the schedule you need to keep up with (119 pieces per hour) it gets easier. That’s a bit harsh, even when there’s pros on the machines. We end up doing 70-80, which isn’t bad, but they keep yelling for more pieces, and some want quality. It’s like a quality over quantity situation, but eh…we give our best. 8 hours stuck on a machine, and having 2 breaks of 5 minutes and 1 of 30 minutes is just…. whelp, we come back a little bit of exhausted, and it’s hard to keep yourself awake it that situation, but money is money, and we need to work to get paid, right? Yea. There was also drama involving our roommate, but that ended and now, it’s all good. We will get payed next week, or on the start of the other one coming. Either way it’s a nice experience for me, and…it gives me a chance to prove that I can survive out in a different city. It’s a 3-hour drive to there, and I can come back every Friday, and on Monday we travel back there…so yea. I think I’ve been keeping up with my schedule and everything is going perfectly alright, so yea. Chronicles of Black, is nearly done, just a few chapters left, and…we will see what our next journey will be. That’s all for today! Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Payday Ahh I feel kind of relaxed, but a bit stressed over the fact, that my shift changes every week. I mean I do go back home for Sunday and Saturday, but sometimes I have to travel again in Sunday, because I have to go to work really early in the morning, which is really frustrating, since I travel at night from a second shift on Friday, then travel again on Sunday for first shift, which starts at 6 in the morning. All is really frustrating but the job itself is easy, but can sometimes get annoying when there are new people, who act like total jerks who own the company itself. I try to stay out of conflicts, but when it comes to those kind of people, they really get on my nerves, and I can sometimes just explode and start a conflict, but that isn’t needed, why is violence needed to solve a simple problem? Well sometimes you need to punch and then ask, because if you do the reversed thing, you might get punched, but either way, it’s all good. Every time I think about those kind of things, I think about the thing I will get in return for working, and that is money. Last week we got payed, and it was really satisfying to finally work my own money, and waste it on whatever I feel like. That’s the very point of working, and I don’t care what brings me down, we all do it for the money, and it’s all good in the end, when you see your bank account full. So yea, mostly that happened last week, and I was way too busy with stuff, to even write, but on first shift I have way more free time. And with that, I think I’m done for today. Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Events Well, now it’s been some time since we talked, but I need to share some information about my future ideas and future endeavors. First and foremost, due to unfortunate miss-happenings, I had to quit my IRL job, which to be honest was killing me both physically and mentally, having to travel nearly 300 km. just to get there, which really tired and sickened me up, since im known to have problems traveling, especially when having to withstand thousands of turns along the way. So I’m glad that is over, but I still have another opportunity to work, and will be glad if it works out the way I wish to. Now, for the juicy stuff. What’s my plan heading forward? The schedule will remain as it is right now. Monday-Poem, Thursday-Nightmare (hehe), Sunday- ASOF. And the full weekend for the novels. And speaking of them, when is the next one coming, and what story will it have? Well, I really haven’t looked ahead after Chronicles of Black, because the story I really wanted to focus on was Black’s, and now with that done, I have different ways I could go on. Pick one subject im known to be best at, and focus one story on it particularly. Although, until then I have a lot of ideas, and different plans, so patience is what’s needed in this picture. And, I have a lot of it, but do you have it? Either way, as I said the schedule for the weekly stories will not change, and I will continue to post regularly, like before and will try to chill for some time, to which I mean: writing lengthier novels and books. It takes some time to really make up the entire plot and the story itself, while for Black’s was easy, because it was a fantasy-adventure type of novel, which I’m proud of, because it contains 4 novels to it, which is in fact by biggest continuation ever. And having that ending is quite the moment, but having to be a part of the journey in creating it, makes me feel better about me and my skills, if I can even call it that way, because like in the novels I always say that Black Wing started as a nickname, but has escalated to quite the bigger persona in my life…so in the end, we all feel something, but it’s all for good Ain’t it? And to finish off, I have to admit, just writing this gave me an idea…there’s been one story, which hasn’t really ended, completely. We have the story of Neal, and the stairs which finished during the last chapters of Volume 4 from Thursday Nightmares, and some that really end up having their endings, in your head. But one particular hasn’t really had much of and ending, rather than a setting up…for a bigger and final chapter…hmmm, yea, why not? I will stop teasing you, but won’t reveal the name of it now…you’ll have to wait, to find out! XD And, yea, that’s all for today folks, until the next time. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Ordering Being back home is really nice. A week has passed, and it was quite a week indeed. If I have to put a tag on the week itself, it would be, Pleasant. It really was, the entire time was kind of exiting to be honest. Having to wait for different things, and having to get your first paycheck, along with new items is interestingly addicting, but I shouldn’t get carried away with all this, and look ahead towards the next week, which might be starting another chapter of my life, since the school days are over, the pre-game (as I like to call it) ends, and the fully pledged game, with 10+ hardness and -10 happiness, begins. So far I am nineteen years old (Lv. 19) and haven’t really suffered a major loss (god bless). But the events that are going to be happening this Monday, will be saved, I shall leave the next week…for next week, and focus on this one, because this one was a thrilling ride to be on. You ask what was so awesome? Well the fact that I had 3 things ordered, was just WOW. And, everything from this, was thanks to my skills in saving money. I had 300 BGN. saved for just the things I wanted, and now I was happy to order online everything. First off, the very first thing I pre-ordered…and for a gamer, one of the rules was to NOT pre-order, was Assassins Creed Origins. Yea, I’m a big fan of this particular story-game. Don’t judge me because of it, but it had the first book along with the pre-order bonus, so I was like –OH SHIT WADDUP! – and it costed me 108 BGN, which equals 64$, and that’s for a game, although summing everything up, it’s cheaper if I buy it from a different country because, our is quite the expensive one…I don’t know why. Next were some Adidas shoes, which I ordered, quite the time ago, and got delivered now…after 2 months…WOW, SO FAST, MUCH QUICK…and finally, 2 t-shirts of a band, Avenged Sevenfold- my favorite band. Everything got delivered in this order. Shoes> Thursday. Game> Friday. T-shirts> Sunday. That’s really amazing. So yea…now I’m enjoying everything I bought…playing the game with utmost excitement, finding it quite addictive to be honest; reading the book, which really reflects on the game itself and lastly, but not certainly least, repping that merch like a pro…and above all…being pleased…And that’s the most exciting things that happened. Stay tuned for next week’s update! Thank you for reading, this is all for today! Black Ned Wing. A Story of – Opportunities Since last week I hinted at today’s theme subject, I thought I should expand it a bit and recall the whole story. Last year, when I started 12th grade we had to take decisions onto which company we like to go and have “Educational Practice”, which was a subject regarding our main subject, “Computer technique and technology”. I chose to be send to a company, which I knew from way back. That particular company was being run by a relative of my family. I didn’t pick it because of luck or just because it was involving computers, it picked it because I knew that there was a repair-section inside of the shop itself and because I was interested in their work. It was quite fun hanging out there for the whole year, learning a lot of things that are useful to me now, but the thing was, that the relative of mine didn’t accept me there, I don’t know why, he just didn’t agree on me working there, which was quite the shock for me and my family, along with his. His mother is the sister of my grandfather, so…yea, you get it. And the story goes on, with me having my proms, travelling to Germany, coming back in Bulgaria, and a month after that starting work in a different city from mine, from which I quit and now I’m here, although, last week I said that this week i will be storing some questions for today, and here is the reveal. Before I started work at the job which is in a different city, that relative who runs the IT company, asked my father if I had started anywhere, and if I haven’t, I can start work in the company. Although, I went to the first job, didn’t like It that much, and this past Monday, I was scheduled to have a meeting with the relative and figure out the things I had to do. For short, I’m working there but am on a trial-period. After that period passes I will be officially on the team. And to finish it all, there was some parts of me, that didn’t really wish to go back in the company, because he didn’t want me in the first place, and now all of a sudden he wanted me, although in the end, this is an opportunity for me to make money, which, for now, isn’t really that of a goal of mine, rather than be happy, and Im alright at the job, since I am able to go back home right after it ends, plus I always got pretty well with the crew in the company, aside from the relative, but fuck him, if I stay there, I will be getting money from him, so it’s a win-win type of a situation, from which I took the opportunity to secure myself, for now…XD Thank you for reading, that is all for today folks! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Gain One week passed since I shared the fact that I’ve started working in a Computer Store, and that I’m on a trial-period. Yea, it was really interesting this week, having to call my first client and inform them about all the things we did to fix their pc or something along the lines. Working there has made me feel a lot more confident in my skills, but there are always some new things that I learn while working on a pc or laptop. It kinda feels like I’m in school but I have something to focus on, like, fixing the thing I’ve been handled with fixing, or helping people with different tasks and such, it’s quite interesting. Most of the time, we have to fix computers, but the colleague who has at least +20 years of experience handles the phones too, along with the more, complex items. The staff itself is nice, I think they like me, and I enjoy working there, but the thing I’m interested is, knowing if I will OFFICIALLY work there, since I said im on a Trial right now, my relative has to confirm it, and make it official, so I can tell my parents, since they’ve been asking me if he has said anything about the trial and if I passed. Looking at the things I’ve done, there were some silly mistakes, most of them were because doing a lot of stuff at the same time, but that’s fixable. You can’t say that I am distracted by something, if there is something I have to do, I do it, and that’s it. In a matter of fact, I’m gaining more while working at 100%, which isn’t always, and I said that I learn things I didn’t know every day, most of the time. So, if I pass, I pass, like a wise meme said on the internet. xD So yea, thank you for reading, that’s all for today folks! Black Ned A Story of –House Work
Volume VI starter Ah, a new chapter has risen from the depths of my brain, to stand and witness the birth of a great full volume! 5 volumes and we are marking the start of the 6th one with this short story, which is just amazing if you ask me. But let’s not dwell on the past and focus our minds into today’s story. Last week I took a day off, because I deserve a short break from once in a while, and to be honest, I didn’t really do much rather than game and do my chores. And speaking of chores, or as I call it House Work, I do have things I need to do once its Sunday. Sometimes I don’t but most of the time I usually help with cleaning the apartment or clean my room, along with the 5 hamsters. That takes me up to an hour or more. Then I usually take a bath and call it a day, with usually going to watch stuff I didn’t get the chance to watch during the week. That’s my usual routine, which probably every time goes differently, but today, for the first time, I did everything, helped bring some things from the basement, cleaned the house and the hamsters, gathered coal for the heat ovens and took a bath for about 2 hours, which doesn’t happen that often, because there are a lot of things that usually keep me from doing them, distractions. Not that I don’t do my chores, it’s like I only do them on Sunday, because I think that logically Sunday is meant to be a day where you clean your house, not that you shouldn’t on any other day of the week, but I think it should be done particularly on the week-end because…I don’t know exactly why, but I feel like it its only logically correct to be done then. And when there are things like games, books, movies and videos that are entertaining, I just sometimes forget about my house work and just burry myself in my room, “taking a break”, not giving a damn about the chores…which is bad, if you are a child that is…but even though, it’s still feels nice to do them. So let’s end this subject here and let me give you a little info about the week that went by. So, what happened with me and my job…well, I’m still on a trial, and don’t really know if I will get payed, or how much I will get payed, which is starting to get frustrating, because the savings that I have aren’t gonna last for eternity, and sometimes I will need money, so the sooner I get officially hired, I mustn’t spend money on games or something which costs much. So yea…I’m waiting for that day to finally happen. So until then, my friends, that is all for today. Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- New Phones One more week quickly passed, and here we are again on the Sunday, where my mind is set on many things, but doesn’t forget that I have a story to write, which might entertain people who actually read them. I don’t really know If people read this, but it’s still fun to talk with someone, even if i don’t know if he is listening or not, but either way, new week, new subject, am I right? So, last week I bought myself a new smart phone, and no, not really expensive, in the borders of 210 $, which for me was 350 BGN, but that doesn’t matter. If wondering, it was Huawei P10 Lite. I wanted to buy it for quite some time now, and I finally had the money I needed to buy it, and yes, it’s a fine phone so to say. Although, the one thing which is the most important thing, was that my music was left in my old phone, and I had to somehow bring 10 GB worth of music to my new phone. Once I did it, it was all messed up. By that I mean, that the covers for the albums, were mixed with other covers and it was so confusing that I had to delete and download the songs 3 times until I figured a way to fix that “problem”. Now im proud to say that all the songs are in correct order and all have their own cover. For some of you guys, that doesn’t seem like a problem, but 1500+ songs are a ton to handle. Overall though, the phone works perfectly, and has a battery that lasts longer than my older phone, for now, that is. And finally, the week that passed was filled with emotions and frustration, but it finally ends today. I STILL don’t know if I am going to be working at the company of my relative, and will keep updating until there is something. So yea, that is all for today folks! Thank you all for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Beards No shave November right? The time you spend not shaving your beard or mustache or whatever you want to grow. This year I successfully completed the challenge, but the “thing” I grew on my neck was…nothing what I imagined it would be, so this time we are gonna talk about beards, yea…quality content over here! For some years now I’ve wanted to have a badass like beard and shove respect in everyone who sees me, but after seeing how it was starting to grow it didn’t really look nice, all messy and ugly, which was why I began to shave every time it started to look bad, but, this past month on the no shave November challenge, it was almost coming of nice, except for some spots that weren’t really full, but still. Some of my friends have well-formed beards or mustaches, while I struggle to grow my beard the way I want it to be. I don’t know how to explain really, what shape do I want it to be, but I do…so yea, this was sort of a rant about me not being able to grow a decent beard, which in my mind looked interesting, but now that I write about it…its sort of childish…for me at least. So, to end this off, this past week was alright, still working at my relative’s company and I’ve begun to improve quite a lot. He even said that my first pay-check is coming this coming Monday, and im quite hyped for it. It seems like I will be a part of the team going forward, so I will still update on my current situation. And that’s all for today folks! Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of – Holiday Breaks Ahh, doesn’t it feel good when you don’t have to think about work? For me it’s quite fun to be at home, knowing some people go crazy, I just love it. With today’s week, we mark the end of the whole year, with Christmas Eve and Christmas itself, and then the big New Year’s Eve, which officially ends the previous year and sets the road for a new one. And with that being said, most of the people, usually get to spend the holidays with their families, not going to work for some days. Me included. I’ve always loved chilling at home and listening to the awful weather outside, while I’m gracefully laying on my bed and watching movies all day and playing games the night. Some people don’t get to have this sort of privilege, to which I can only say, sorry. Holidays, in my opinion are a day or even a whole week, in which you are involved with a celebration of whatever the holiday is, and taking the right of the people to not celebrate it properly is kind of selfish, but that’s what life is, not always fair to people. At least you get to work and have money to buy presents to the loved ones, which is also another matter of pleasing your cherished and giving them the well-deserved love. That’s what holidays are for me, days in which you spend helping your family, laughing and eating on the big table, watching movies and being all together, that’s all you could wish for. And to end this off, a little bit of info about my week. This week was interesting in a way. We did have quite a lot of work to do, and it was really satisfying to leave 20 minutes earlier than the time you have to. But, what was more intriguing, was that I got my first pay check from my relative, and it contained a lot of cash ( in my perspective), and honestly I didn’t expect that, I was thinking about lesser, but I’m more than fine with the amount I was given, since with the money I was able to buy my dad, step-mom and grand-mom gifts, which is a big deal for me, knowing that this is the first year which I’ve bought them anything in return, so yea, that’s a start of the new year, which I hope will be better than the one that is about to end, and so on. So I think that is all I wanted to say. Let’s enjoy these days in which we can stay at home and be happy! I will see you again, next week, when I will give you a little bit info about the schedule of stories, and what is next to come, so get hyped! And that’s all for today folk! Thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- New Year’s Resolution New Year, new me, huh? I guess that’s the thing I’m striving to do in the upcoming year. I already mentioned in the final part from Volume 3 of the Poems, that I changed during my absence, when I was in Germany, and that I see things a little more differently than before. And, I strive to keep myself in the mindset that I am in right now. Although, every year, people tend to start their New Year’s Resolutions, which is basically a list, or one thing in general that they want to accomplish in the new year. It’s interesting to be honest, since, I myself, never really had a mission I wanted to complete during the span of an entire year, since now. My goal for 2018 is to be more productive, and write more. Not having time is the only that that stops me from writing bigger projects, Novels or even Bulgarian books. I was happy to finally end of the story of Black Wing, but with the New Year, come new projects, which I will be more than happy to finally start. Speaking of projects, the Thursday Nightmare series, of course, are coming back on the 11th of Jan, while the Poem series are returning on the 8th. The Nightmare series, of course will remain like it always has, creepy or interesting stories, while the Poem series happened to have a bit of change on the 3rd Volume, with more song-like parts, so, on Volume 4 we will tell a story, completely out of poems, and that story…you will have to wait to see. As for the Novel, which I have already though of a plot, unfortunately, I still don’t know what my future, working at my relative’s company will bring, so I can’t say a future date on which I will start working on said project, but in the meantime, the schedule won’t be changing much. So, during the new year, I will be striving in the matter of improving myself as a human, emotionally, and as a writer, lyrically. So my folks, who take their time to read the posts of a soon to be 20-year-old teenager, I wish you all the happiness and joy in the next 12 months, stay positive and be strong! And that is all for this YEAR folks! Have a happy New Year! Thank you very much for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Accidental Injuries Injuries, it’s always bad when you injure yourself to the point of not being able to do any work, or help someone around the house, but what’s even more annoying is hurting yourself right before a holiday, or a big trip. Well, I totally destroyed myself this Tuesday; not completely though, just partially. Right after my uncles were leaving I got the idea to say goodbye from the terrace above our floor. So I climbed the 10 stairs, and forgot to close the kitchen’s door. Grandma’s usually in there, so I thought I should go and close it, and then send them off. But life was like: Nope! As I was walking down the staircase, I looked from the 4th step, looking if the kitchen’s door was closed; it was opened. So, from the 4th step I usually jump and land on my feet, but this time I miscalculated and jumped, and looked in front of me, trying to see the kitchen’s door, and forgot about the very first step. Remembering this makes me feel silly, and cringe of the stupid idea I got. Long story short I landed sideways with my left foot, and I kind of twisted my ankle, really badly. I felt literal shockwaves coming from my body, which collapsed on the ground. It was frickin painful. The first night was bad, since I couldn’t step on the ground with the injured foot, but the good thing was that it wasn’t broken, which in that case, we call it: “The little devil”. It wasn’t swollen neither, so we tied a compress around, and placed ice cubes around both sides that were hurting me. The second day I didn’t go to work, since I could barely step on my left foot, so my dad drove me to the local hospital and a doctor our family knows checked my leg and he concluded that I should rest, since I’m a big fellow and it needs to be healed slowly, so he prescribed me a lotion, which felt rather chilly while it was taking its effects. And now, at the time I’m writing this, I can say that my foot has been 100% healed, which is nice. It was really cool to spend two more days at home thanks to the injury, but it feels better, when you have days off, and you are healthy, so please, don’t make stupid decisions like me and try to act cool, you might injure yourself, worse than me, and believe me, twisting your ankle is a pain, but a broken foot is just hell, believe me I’ve had a broken arm, I know a lot of people that have had to withstand the pain of having to understand the pain of injuring yourself badly. So, stay home, and chill the hell out! And that’s all for today folks, I hope it was an entertaining subject, since I happened to injure myself I thought that it would be a nice way to write this week’s ASOF down. Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of –Family Meetings Family meetings, gatherings, dinners or whatever you wish to call them, it is the same thing either way. It’s true that some people don’t like them, because the folk’s kind of end up embarrassing you in a way or two, but when you look at it in a different light, there is a time in the year when you all assemble around the table and talk about things. It’s not every day you meet your entire family, so be happy you can still do it. For me, going to uncle’s or somewhere else is like a holiday tradition. There are many dishes made especially for our tastes and likes. How can you not like that sort of thing? Sitting on one side while listening to a story your father has told you a million of times, but still sit there and laugh because it feels good to be surrounded by people, who do care about you. Last night it was totally like the way I just described. Lots of food and tasty salads, music and funny stories. It was even funnier because my 3-years old nephew was the head of the party, making us laugh because of his own personality. The night ended peacefully, with everyone having to talk with someone, and chilling with good vibes. I brought this subject, because I’ve seen people who don’t really like their parents, and aren’t so well funded of getting to go to such meetings, which is just awfully sad. Is it that hard to sit down and enjoy one night, just one night in the presence of the people that raised you? I think that it’s not that hard. And with that being said, this is all I had in mind, since I can’t really think straight, now that I’ve caught a cold. Stories are still coming, don’t worry! Until tomorrow! That’s all for today folks, thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Week off Well, it turns out my illness wasn’t that weak, in fact I was broken down for an entire week. Wow, never been that sick before. Usually it goes away after the 3rd day, but this time it was persistent as hell, and it was annoying to say the least. Never have I ever drank so many teas’ in my life before, along with the medicine and pills I was using, just, wow. There were people with the same symptoms as mine, and they told me, that they felt better after a whole month…that’s crazy! I can’t stay at home, when I have to go to my job, since 1 week is plenty of time, and this past week, passed rather slowly than anticipated, which is good, knowing that I was sick and couldn’t really say a word without coughing like a dragon trying to take something out of its mouth. That was also the thing that kind of stopped me in thinking of a story in time for Thursday, for which I am sorry, but I was too beat out to even think, although I do have an idea for next week, which I hope turns out good. Yea, I think I am better now, still having some itches to cough, but I am fine, or rather think I will be fine. This week was filled with bad moments for me, having to destroy my lungs out of coughing and the fact that I couldn’t even do anything without sweating like crazy. But, when I draw the line, I feel better, so this week off was for the best. Nobody should go to work, having to suffer with illness. Fuck the job, stay at home and heal yourself, health is more important than work. You can always find a new job, but who will find your health back when you get worse? So yea, if you think you are about to catch a cold, or know you have, start threating yourself at the moment! That’s all from me for today folks, don’t miss tomorrows poem. Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Technical Difficulties Hey, it’s been a week, and during this week I’ve noticed, that either I, or the site I use to publish the stories on, which is Weebly.com, has been acting strange as of late. But, I think it’s because, there are a lot of people using it daily, which causes it to overload sometimes, which for me isn’t really the problem, the thing is that, when I’m in a hurry to edit and then publish a said story, it sort-of crashes and doesn’t do anything, while I wait for it to load. That is terribly frustrating when you are chasing schedules, like I do, because I don’t only have a schedule for the stories, but for most of the hours I’m at home. And when I pass a certain amount of minutes of an hour I have to do something else, I have to rush and publish it quickly, thus, the problems start and end up losing up to 5 minutes. I get that people are using the site, but step your game up! One more thing to add up to this subject is the fact that, this week’s Thursday Nightmare was so problematic to write and publish that I was literally about to cancel it for another day. You see, usually I write the TN’s at home, but now when I have to go to work, I write in there on my spare time, and then edit it back at home. The thing was that, this particular week, we didn’t have much work, so I started writing the story at exactly 10:30 and was finished at approximately 11:40. To note, I use an OTG (On the go)-adaptor on my phone, and a USB keyboard. That gives me the best editing process I could think of, because I don’t really want to use our computers there…since they tend to be quite slow. So, once I was finished with the story, I unplugged the OTG-adaptor and the story vanished into the air of the oblivion’s darkness. Nowhere to be found. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I had to re-write it again, which was such a shame, because I had placed it perfectly in my mind, and now I had to rearrange some stuff, because I didn’t really know how I wrote them. In the end I did write it again, because there wasn’t anything to do there, so I used the time to AGAIN complete the story. Once back home, I edited it, and begin to publish it, when the site again crashed and I had to wait for 10 minutes, for it to finally work. Good job. I hope it doesn’t bug off like before on this story, because it’s starting to get annoying. And with that being said, this is all for today’s ASOF. See you tomorrow! Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of – Catching Up /Volume Final/ Well, it’s been a week since I last reported something, so I think we have a little catching up to do. During last week, I was sick, or got sick once again. Worse than before, I was coughing and sneezing like a tornado passing a farm. Not to mention my nose was stuffed and all those sickening things. I managed to think of a Nightmare story for that week, introducing a new character to the mix, and beginning something like a mini-arc. You know I like to make stories, that have continuations, well that will be one of them, culminating, whenever I wish it to end. The “Clock’s Pendulum” is making its way to the midpoint of the story, and I think it will be interesting to see the boy’s discovery in the end of it all. Overall, the stories are going to get a lot of fun. About the ASOF, this is the end of Volume 6, which is quite amazing if you think about it. Thinking way back to when I first introduced the format, and looking at it now…we’ve done a lot of progress, which is promising. Yeah, the series did kind of changed, but also evolved in a way as well. Not just your usual informative writing on a certain subject, but also a little bit of dive into my own life as well. For me that makes it kind of unique in a way. Speaking of me, this week, that is about to end, went on pretty well. I was slowly recovering, and I’m safe to say that I’m nearly cured, and crossing my fingers that I don’t get sick for the third time, because that would be the worst! And with that, we are here, in the present, and I’m glad I’m still producing content, even if it’s kind of limited to only smaller stories; but it’s still rather exciting to write it down and then post it, not knowing if somebody even reads these. I know I have made my duty to post something, since that’s my ideal job, and will strive to achieve something, even if limited to only smaller bites of the large cake of imagination. So, you, the person who reads this, continue to do so, and I will march on creating new stories for you! With that being said, lets close the doors for Volume 6, and point towards the 7th! Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Ideas
Volume 7 Starter Story Ideas huh? Hmm, interesting subject, is it not? Many thoughts can tangle up and combine themselves to build an entire new one, called simply “idea”. When an idea usually appears in your head, it might be sudden, or might be just as hard as you can imagine, the user or person, who thought of it, either expresses it by explaining his thought or simply by creating said idea. They could very between a lot of things. Thinking of how to make a book shelf to trying to completely dismember your laptop without breaking any piece. They either come in chances when you need them in order to apply some help, or when boredom has taken over you, and you absolutely need something to either cheer yourself or distract yourself from the everyday humdrum. In the life of a normal child, ideas sort of twist around his mind until he finds the perfect plan to destroy his new toy, or in the case of a teen, his mind is focused on doing the thing he likes, and bringing ideas to complete his chores and homework faster, so that he could enjoy his routine. But all those things, are mainly connected with people, and you can’t deny you haven’t had any thoughts about speeding up that cleaning spree your mother made you do. Everyone has experienced it, once or twice. Even I, in many different scenarios have had the plans of doing something later, then complain about not doing it sooner. But with me now, I think about stories, and different things a man could think of. But the couple of weeks that passed, my mind has been curling around a thought that I wanted to understand and either do or pile of for later use. Like: “What if, I write a complete novel...out of weekday series, like Thursday Nightmares?” That could be cool right? So I started to pile up notes in my head, thinking of how we could do it, and then it hit me. Make a story, of an existing one of my own library. Yes, I’m talking about a prequel novel, about something you might like…I think? I would really appreciate it if you do. So…after planning and sorting out timelines, I finally figured out the main subject of the novel and its name. Don’t really know a release date, because I will be doing some tweaking for it, to make it look like a complete story; my plan is to finish the story with the remaining chapters left for Vol.6 of Thursday Nightmares. So, until I’m done, I will be updating you guys. A Story of- Aging Another week flew, and it is Sunday once again. And you may wonder, what is today’s subject going to be about? Well, you’ve already read the title, so why should you? But in case you haven’t, we are going to have a talk about growing up. What made me think of this? Well, I don’t know if you guys, reading this story knew, but yesterday (March 10) was my birthday. Yea, I grew up with one year, and have leveled up to level 20. Finally hit it, and I don’t know how to think about it. Many people say, that when they have birthdays, they grow one year closer to death, or just age, but for me it isn’t a bit different. Somehow I can’t understand why we get so hyped about a single day of our lives, and don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy my birthday, but the fact that all ends the day afterwards is really something like a day to reconnect back to reality. By that I mean you start thinking about your responsibilities. The day on your holiday, you get wishes, telling you, that you have to be giving you all, or having all the luck in the world; that you can achieve everything you want, just by never giving up. Encouraging words, and lovely birthday cards. All of those things are really well put together in order to make you feel good on the inside. There’s nothing like hearing that you mean the world to someone, and that’s when it hits me. All of those things are only done on that single day you are born. So, im not saying that people don’t care for you, or that they simply ignore all of your actions. I’m saying that, they only think about you, when they get that pop-up showing that someone has a birthday today. That makes me think that, some of the wishes that I’ve taken, aren’t really that sincere, mostly said because the person behind the computer/phone, will kind of feel guilty of not wishing you anything, when he has a long history behind his back, with you. That got me thinking yesterday. Why do people only care for you, when you have the right to be special? Just when you have your holiday once and year, you get the attention you want, but not on any other day, when you are already back to an ordinary person, living in this struggling world. All comes back to normal, and all those people who wished you a happy birthday, suddenly vanish, and magically appear the next year, and the year after that, and so on. In the end, you just read the well thought of letters and reply with a simple: “Thank you”. Because that’s the least you could say, when people are giving you attention. That’s the only thing you could to repay that kindness. And that’s why I thought about it, very much. My birthday was really special to me when I was a child, because not only I was growing up, becoming older, but I was experiencing it with friends and had a blast doing it. Although, growing older I didn’t really feel like having it, or felt kind of ashamed to be mentioned or even brought up as a birthday boy. Last year was the most normal day of my life. This year was slightly changed, only because I had to go to work. But overall, it remains as a simple day, your kind of forget as you age. And the wiser you get, the more you start to cherish different moments, moments that you could say a million times in your head, or repeat in your dreams, that are locked in your mind of complicated thoughts, and when the time comes, and you get that simple: “Happy birthday”, said to you, the attention you get, isn’t needed anymore, you don’t care If people notice it or even wish you something. You simply pass by and thank them, knowing you grew up, one year closer to death. And that’s why with Aging, people tend to ignore some things, other dearly wish to have. Simply put, a life without care is a simple life. But, a life without a care for love, isn’t a life. It’s a wasted one. And with a wasted life, you understand that aging can be cruel. And somehow death, isn’t that of a bad ending. My life has been really complicated, or maybe I’ve overthought it so many times, that I complicated it myself, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that my reason to live isn’t to build a new family or to grow up to become something big. M reason to live is to live, until I’m dead. The in-betweens are just things that happen, you have the choice to figure out what you want. And what I want…well, I’m still finding that answer, through Aging. And with that being said…I kind of got way too deep, but either way my message was clear. Don’t waste your life on meaningless things, fill it with things you enjoy! A Story of- Merch Hello, and good day-afternoon or evening. It’s been some time since we last spoke, and things haven’t really changed that much, except for a few things. First, I did kind of managed to express what I was feeling on last week’s ASOF, and that felt rather good, because, there are really not many times, that I’ve done that. And thanks to that, I felt good this past week. And now, jumping to this week’s subject, you might be wondering why is it called: “merch”. Well, not that hard of a question. It is called that, because I noticed how many t-shirts I have. Most of them are band shirts, from my favorite artists. Counting all I might have over 15 or even more, because on Friday I got 3 more to the list. Including one new leather jacket for the spring-autumn season. I started the hobby to collect stuff when I was in 7th grade, probably. I do collect a lot of stuff, starting from Books-37 and counting, small ship decorations- 8, shoes-8 pairs, headphones- 6 or more, not counting the broken, video game cases-4 and counting, hats- 3, those are not much, but planning on buying more, too lazy to check how much shirts I really have, but let’s say over 15, pens- 5, mostly random pens that write how I like, and that’s about it I think, if I’m not forgetting something. I like that hobby of collecting stuff, and aside from the books, the shirts are my favorite, because I get to wear them mostly all the time. And also, representing the band is one of the things I really care for. Some of them aren’t really band shirts, but I really like them. If curious the band shirts are: Avenged Sevenfold- 5, Metallica-3, Bullet for my Valentine-2, Motorhead-1, Pantera-1, Helloween-1, Linkin Park-1, Hollywood Undead-1 and two wolf shirts. I hope I didn’t miss some of them, but that’s pretty much it. So in total they are: 17. I do plan on buying more, but that will be in the future! A Story of – Procrastination Procrastination, everyone has been a part of that state of mind, many different times, with different things they tried to ignore. I could easily explain it as being too lazy to start doing something or either just thinking about doing it, and then leaving it for some other time…but when that time comes, you again leave it for another time. I fit well in that spot…a procrastinator. People just tend to ignore things they have to do, in order to do the things, they like. Neglecting their chores or homework, work in general or some other stuff. It’s a common thing for me to leave something for later, because I’m either tired or too frustrated to do it. There are times when I’m sick and can’t think of anything, and if I have something I need to do, I leave it because I’m just that wrecked. But there are times when i don’t have anything in my chores, or work, and still end up not doing what I wanted to do, just because i was too lazy. I’m not saying I do it all the time, but I’m not saying that I don’t do it. For example, last week I didn’t really had any particular subject to talk about, and left it for today, knowing I would make something up by then, and I did. The very thing I did was the subject for today. Procrastination and its simple ways of making a person give up on their intentions. I could give a lot of examples of this sort of behavior, for instances: That time you had homework on the big holiday, and ended up doing it the last day before school. Or that time when you were to supposed to clean your house, but gave up, because…it looked clean anyway. All those things built a man, turning him into a brainless and tired thing that barely touches anything. Which is why I try to do all the things I have in my chore list for the day. Procrastinating is a way to skip an activity by doing a more entertaining one, or none at all. So please, if you ever feel like skipping something, just so you could do the thing later, just do what you have to do, and then watch that awesome movie you wanted to. Its way more calming that way, knowing you did what you wanted, and don’t have any more stuff that need to be done. A Story of-Contend (Stories) Hello folks, another week has passed, and now that it’s finally Easter, I am at a small vacation off from work, and now have the extra time to do whatever I want. So I gladly took the chance to formally explain why Thursday Nightmares is going to be on a “break” for unknown period of time. You see, I named this story: Stories, because that’s my main hobby, aside from gaming and music. Writing as I’ve said before isn’t that hard unless you have the story made up in your head. Once you start the writing process, it’s easier for you to build on whatever you have in mind, but when you don’t have anything popping up, it’s kind of a dilemma so to say, especially when you are running behind a schedule, like me, and you need to follow it strictly. Which is why I decided to put a small road break in the path of the Nightmare series; because I’m working on a different project outside of the blog. Since I’m writing in two languages, I need to develop new content, trying to balance my time through both sides, blog contend: TN, ASOF, Poems and Novels, and Bulgarian contend: Books and Collections of Stories. I did manage to balance my time, being capable of producing contend for the blog and for the Bulgarian projects, but while in school. Now that I’m working I barely have the time to work on the weekly schedule, then to try and create stories for both parties. Which is why I decided to take a break from the Nightmare series, because It’s the most advanced series in the blog, speaking by the view of writing and story-telling. The other has to be the Novels, but they are also in a periodical stop, since I haven’t figured out the plot or setting for the future story I’m thinking of. Neither I nor anyone knows when I will restart the Thursday series, but I can promise that It won’t take more than a month or two. I’m telling you guys all of this because I love writing, even if I’m not the best in it, it still gives me some form of enjoyment when I close down a particular story with the “The End”. I like giving you stories, and the weekly schedule has become a very important thing for me, so stopping one of my main series is kind of a suicidal jump, which I’m willing to take so I can produce contend for the people who can’t understand English. I’m giving my all, and it’s understandable for me to take a few days off, so when I can come back, be better and stronger. I’ve already wrote down the titles for the Thursday Nightmare Volume 7, so the only thing I could ask for is patience. I’m starting work on the new Bulgarian project two weeks after this one, so that I can get everything prepared and ready, so that it can go smoothly. In the meantime, the Poem series are ongoing with their 5th Volume debuting just this past Monday, with the second part coming tomorrow. As always, I will keep you guys updated as time flies, and keep on working for the entertainment of the people! A Story of- Jamais vu ( [ʒa. mɛ. vy]) Dreams are something really interesting to explore. From the lucid ones, when you can’t really seem to understand if this is actually real, or just something born from your imagination. Ones who don’t finish correctly and you strive on every single cell in your head to revive it somehow, and end it correctly. Or to Nightmares where the only thing you wish to do is to end this horrific movie playing in your head…just like a horror movie, repeating and repeating. They can come in many different times, and different situations; different length and different meanings. There are guidebooks that help you decipher your dreams that you found kind of odd or really interesting. Although, as much I’ve been searching for answers about my strange coincidences with dreams, I couldn’t figure out why I could do this, until I discovered that its some kind of condition. My condition is called Jamais Vu. What is really that term, you ask? This is the exact opposite to Déjà vu. With Déjà vu, you witness something that has already happened, or commonly used as “already seen” or already lived”. But with Jamais Vu, you see something that you haven’t seen before, or forgot you saw it. This is the more specific explanation: “In psychology, Jamais vu, a French borrowing meaning "never seen", refers to the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but nonetheless seems very unfamiliar.” There is even an experiment dedicated to this sort of phenomena. 92 people are asked to write the word “door” 30 times in 60 seconds. After all the tests end its confirmed that 68 percent of the volunteers had symptoms of jamais vu, such as beginning to doubt that the word “door” wasn’t really a real word. That’s fascinating, but what is even stranger in my sake is that I experience jamais vu in a stranger way than the experimental volunteers. You see, sometimes I dream about a room filled with people. Their faces are all covered in fog, and I can’t really understand what is going on. Usually when I have this sort of thing, I forget about it, until I experience it again. When it happens I’m usually left in awe. I’m again in a room, but this times the fog is gone and the people are clearer than a day. And that’s when it hits me that I’ve already dreamt about this, but couldn’t actually explain it till now. If you take this part: "never seen", you could mean many different things, but in reality, the example I used happened 3 months before the actual realization that I had seen the foggy people. And I didn’t even know them before that, which was why I felt rather strange about it. When I exclaimed that I’ve seen this before all of the people looked at me like I was joking, but seeing me frighten, with a serious face made them kind of interested in my condition of a sane person. I don’t know why this is happening to me, but I don’t dislike it also, since it gives me some time until I realize that I’ve already seen this, but didn’t have a clue what this dream meant, because I had already forgotten about it. So yea…I dream about things I have never seen before, and then after some period of time, they actually happen…strange huh? A Story of- Music II Once upon a time there was a Volume 1 of this series, where I decided that the Music subject would make a really neat story, and now nearly 2 years later, I thought that this would make a perfect sequel, since I’ve been listening to a lot of music, just like I used to before. And no, I didn’t stop, I just didn’t have the time to go outside and do so, but now, with the weather getting warmer, i didn’t wanna bother father to drive me to work, so instead, I agreed to walk myself there…even though it’s pretty frickin far. And, so on, why walking I listened to what my playlist was on, and started thinking. Man, music really can make someone wake up. Walking faster and faster, I didn’t bother feeling groggy or sleepy. In fact, I was kind of fresh, looking at people and looking at their faces was interesting, because when you are listening to something, you always think of a scenario to fit the song. The people with their exhausted faces, or happy ones, kind of looked like background characters to a music video, where I was the person walking and singing the song I was listening to. I usually imagine I’m signing it at a concert or something, and don’t focus on the reality that I can’t sing. Because usually music drives you in a place where your mind just ignores everything and focuses on the lyrics and the very motion of the song, bringing every fiber of your body to a swinging motion, which vibrates to all the cords of the guitars, all the drum beats, all the vocal changes, which in the end magically produces the best thing you’ve heard this morning. And that’s the feeling on greatness, having to know every single beat that follows. And that’s not only it. Imagine people, who like music, the same kind of music; since I talked about all the genres the previous times, and its known that I listen to nearly all the different sub-genres to metal, which are awfully a lot, and im not complaining; are working with you, or just friends. They’ve made some different kind of connections with you via the music you listen to. It bonds people in a way. Brings them together. That’s some of the magical powers music has. It helps you through a lot of different situations, hard, thought or emotional. It enhances the power of the happy ones, and brings the people together in even romantic ones. What can I say, I’ve bonded with people that I didn’t know, by learning they like a band I like. Just a simple: “Hello, you like (insert favorite band here) too? I love them!”, can make a total impact on both of your lives. And that’s one seriously good thing you have. Friends that are with you, for the taste that you have, or the way that you act. So…I might quote someone else’s quote, but I did it at the end of the first part, so allow me to do it again: “The music I listen to, will tell you a lot more about me than the things I will tell you.” A Story of- Relationships Relationship. Yes, the very thing every single teenager tries to make, but either fails, or succeed in a strange way. Being in said state of living, isn’t that bad, but if you like playing with the person you are dealing your life with, then that makes you brutal. Like, he is giving you his love, happiness and money, so that you can be glad, and yet, you still reject him, because you “loss interest in him”, or “just want to be friends”. Bullshit. Relationships are built on very simple bricks, if I can say it that way, that need to be stable all the time. First off, you need “Trust”, with that, you will be always good with your emotions, not thinking she or he is cheating on you. It’s true, that when you have more than enough of trust, the person usually overuses it, while still taking advantage of your said reliance, but in those cases, its complicated… Second thing you should know, is to understand each other by the look on the face. If you don’t know the person you are sharing your live with, then asking: “Hey, are you alright?” might not be the best thing to do. Just look at their eyes, and see, feel their emotional state and just make them feel better. Don’t ignore the fact that she/he is feeling really bad, giving them time to think isn’t always gonna make things better. For me, knowing someone, their taste in food, music, movies, games and all other stuff is rather important, because when living with someone who instantly tells you that the things you listen to, or play at, are trash…is just a no for me. You need to know her/his specific taste in everything, in that way you can make notes to yourself, if you like their taste. Rather than say you hate it, just keep it to yourself. Instantly showing your opinion doesn’t make it right, it makes you look like you make easy decisions, that aren’t really good. And I hate those type of people who do things instantly without thinking before they say it. But never mind that. The final thing you need to have with your significant other, is love. You need to know if you truly love the person you might spend the rest of your life with, because if you aren’t true with yourself…then you don’t really want this “thing” to be happening. You would know If you love your partner. Thinking about him/ her all day is usually a sign. Dreaming about them also. When it comes to me, im really indecisive about who my partner should be. I don’t really know, I’ve always been on my own, so thinking of sharing my life with someone, kind of makes me not wanting it. It’s true that I haven’t really experienced real love, haven’t really loved someone to the point of me feeling pain when they don’t love me back or something. It’s always been unshared love for me. If I like someone, I just…don’t do anything to tell them. Simply talking or imagining scenarios in my head that will never happen is fine for me, since I know that they would never fall for me. And to be honest, it’s better for me to be myself. I’ve always been treated badly by people my age, or looked with derisiveness. But its fine. It always has been, and it will continue to be fine. Relationships aren’t for me. There are people who are born to be alone in this world, and I would like to be one of them, since dealing with bitches who don’t know what they want is just annoying. In the end I’m a just a Twisted man, living in a Fucked up World. A man who gave up searching for good. The Person known to walking alone in the woods. A Knight who has fallen in the shadow of the night. A Black Creature from The Light. So, to end this story, some words of wisdom. Be careful who you pick to be the one to raise your child. Don’t judge by looks. And don’t be afraid to tell them how you feel, even if you already know, it’s gonna be a “no”. A Story of- Healthy life Good morning, afternoon, evening or whatever the time for you is. It’s been a week since we last talked about a subject that I don’t really know that well, but tried to explain it to myself through trying to explain it to you, if that even makes sense, but for today, we are gonna talk about something different. You see, ever since I went to Germany i started thinking to myself if I can change my lifestyle a bit. Maybe my thinking or ways of behavior, just something that could swing my life in a way that I couldn’t even recognize. My mother gave me the idea to go work out, and so I did. I did train for nearly a month, with 4 days in the week for almost 2 hours per training, and it felt rather good. My weight was way above the normal weight for a 19-year old- since I wasn’t 20 yet. It was approximately, 145 kilos or 319 pounds. Yes…a freaking lot. And I can’t lie that I felt rather big and everything like going outside was a difficult bother for me, and my lazy mind. Overall I didn’t change much though…I still continued to eat junk food, drink sodas on the regular, not even consuming water, like a normal person would, and was barely even energetic. Fast forward a couple of months, and I started working in a different city, 149 km away, or 98 miles. Then, my time schedule was really distorted, being that I was always working different shifts, and barely had the time to think of a story. Struggling hard to do my job right, I didn’t really have any time to write, but managed to finish Book of Destruction, since I was working on it then. Not to mention I didn’t really eat much, or even if I did, I would quickly lose weight due to the 8 hour work I was doing. At the same time, my family was trying out a new diet. It was called the “Separate Nutrition” diet. Basically, we have a schedule of what to eat, and what not to mix while eating. Like, on the 1st day, we have meat. Any sort of meat. You can cook it however you like, but you cannot mix it with something like potatoes, rice or bread. Vegetables are allowed though, and you could make a ton of different mixtures with the meat you are using. The 2nd day is boiled foods. This includes: beans, lentil, peas, rice and potatoes. You can pick one, and go on with it for the whole day. I usually eat whatever grandma makes with one slice of bread, and only one. The 3rd day is for all things made of wheat. For example: Spaghetti, Pizza- for better result vegan, bagels, pancakes and etc. On that day you can even eat something sweat, like chocolate. You can’t on the other days though. The final day is left out for the veggies and fruits. Basically you can eat whatever you wish if it’s a vegetable or a fruit, no worries. And with the separate nutrition diet, I lost nearly 27 kilos, or 57 pounds. It’s amazing to see how well it works, and just feel really great. Dropping from 145 to 118 was just something I couldn’t believe myself. And not only that, I stopped drinking any kind of fruit juices, fizzy/pop/soda drinks, and replaced them with water. I gotta say, for 20 long years I finally started drinking water…and now I probably drink more water than the entire family, heh. The point of everything I just said wasn’t to brag about that I lost weight and feel great and so on…I did this, because I know can go on and live my life doing this diet, which isn’t hard. You pick however the length of the diet is, you pick what you eat on those days, and you aren’t hungry. That’s the best thing though, when you see the results, the motivation for more and more hits you. You just need to believe you can do it, or no…you need to know you can do it, and put all your ego and pride aside, and focus on the goal you’ve set yourself to achieve. The keyword in this story is: “Will”. Everyone has it…you just need a little push. A Story of- Fearing the Dark 10 weeks has passed, or so it should be, for this final 10th one, to be the final story of this volume. I always try to post, but when I’m feeling in a mood that isn’t about creating, I try to avoid forcing myself to write, because the contend wouldn’t be that good. The past weeks I tried to forge something out of my mind, and I think it works out fine, so today’s story is about a subject that every kid has ever witnessed, or should I say, dreaded about. Let’s Begin. So, when I was little, and was first trying to learn to sleep alone in a room, my father, not giving a single f*uck, about my fear, would turn off the lights and go to the living room, leaving me crying, because I couldn’t see anything. And what did I do, when my heart couldn’t stop mass beating, and the sweat was paring out of me like a waterfall? Well, nothing. I just stood there and laid on the bed, and looked at the ceiling and tried to force my eyes to shut, but I couldn’t because every time I did, I could feel something like a dark aura, stand beside me and just stare at my shaking body. That would be the every-night routine for about a month, until my mum decided to join me in those moments, making easier for me to fall asleep. The thing was that I couldn’t really focus on going to sleep. I always stared at a point in the room I was, and tried to hear for noises, since noises always made me feel vulnerable. My fear, continued on, and I didn’t beat it for some time. Even when I was outside, playing with kids, I was still a little bit frighten to go somewhere where the street lights weren’t illuminating. And so, the time went on, and I got a little bit bigger and decided on trying out, sleeping in the living room. The first weeks were tough, knowing I was all alone in the room, and just plain darkness surrounding me. I kind of got over it, with the help of my laptop, which was always by my side to light my nights. Back then I would play games until 3 or 4 am, and then, when it wasn’t that dark I would go to sleep. It wasn’t the best way to overcome that fear, but I eventually did it with the help of my sheer will. Later on, I finally received my own room, which I helped to renovate and paint. I moved all of my things there, and now I’ve been living, sleeping and doing all my daily stuff in it, for almost 3 years now. But the fact remains that the fear itself is really common in all nations, and people, or mostly parents struggle to help their children conquer their fears, and live, knowing they aren’t afraid of the dark. I’m not saying that the parents are at fault, no. I’m saying that some aren’t even concerned with their children’s fears and struggles, and that they should give them more attention. The problem mostly comes in different forms, but I kind of deducted that it is more of a psychological problem, than something like a disability. Just like paranoia. When you think you are walking alone in a dark street, and your mind starts playing tricks on you, producing some kind of noises that aren’t really there, making you feel like you are being followed by some invisible deity, wanting to swallow your soul, but its only in your head. My point is, that you shouldn’t always trust your mind, and focus of the reality that is around you, and see through the dark itself, to see that it’s just a curtain, that forces you to create visions, all made up from, the deep and most impressive parts of your imagination. And, with that final sentence being really well thought of, (and it didn’t really take me 3 tries to word it in my head to make it sound nice), it is the end of today’s and overall Volume 7’s story. Thank you very much for reading! Hope to see you back in Vol.8! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Hobbies
-Volume VIII Starter Story- Once again, we are again gathered around the table of stories, waiting for a new one to emerge from the unstoppable pile of ideas. And what better way to start off this volume than to talk about what we like to do for fun. Today, the main subject will be our Hobbies. What do hobbies actually mean? It doesn’t sound like a hard thing, or even something like a chore…it’s for of a break for some people. When, in certain times you don’t really know what to do, you instantly start thinking of a way to entertain yourself. Thus, your future hobby is born. It might be something like, collecting bottle caps, to collecting certain type of playing cards, to maybe even collecting books. The types of hobbies vary between a lot of things, you only need to find what certain type of hobby suits you for the better…because a hobby doesn’t need to be bothersome, it needs to keep you happy about doing it and so on. My particular hobby is this very thing. Talking, expressing myself, via writing. Telling something that I’ve crafted in my mind for some time, and showing it to an audience. The main goal for some people is to turn their hobbies, the things they love doing, into a real thing. Not just writing for fun, but for business. Not just collecting some sort of thing for fun, not just playing sports for fun. All the hobbies you have may turn out to be successful, if you know how to handle them. If, for some reason you dislike your hobby, just like your main job of income, then I would suggest you to stop doing it, because it brings your level of positivity down. But if you like feeling like shit, then who am I to stop you? I’m just a man sitting behind a desk and writing this story, and feeling nice about creating something. I am also glad that there might be even people who read this, and might enjoy it. To those people, I say thank you, because without you…I wouldn’t have had the motivation to even write, nor think of any ideas for good stories to entertain you with. Once again thank you, for helping me bring my hobby one step closer to becoming my job. It sure is a long way until it becomes though…but until then, I’m happy to be doing this for fun. Because who doesn’t like fun? The people who don’t like it, duhhh. And with that being said, I welcome you to Volume 8 of this series. I hope we have a great time creating the upcoming stories. Thank you very much for reading folks! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Movies Isn’t it nice to sit down from a tiring day of work, grab a glass of your favorite drink, and a bowl of the yummiest snack, and enjoy a well done movie? Of course it is! Who doesn’t like to relax for a moment or two? Yea, I can agree that most of the people have families, and ignoring their needs would be a bad move, but there are people who live alone, or with their partners, who enjoy watching a movie or two before going to bed. I like doing that myself. Watching a decent movie and discussing about it with the coworkers or friends. Honestly, today’s standard’s for a good movie are quite up the notch. Even if the movie is good, it might not be received well from the audience. Sometimes even a movie that is laughably stupid and bad, gets recognized, and is received better than one with millions of dollars put into making it. Of course, it’s really rare, but it might happen one day. For me, a good movie is a movie that keeps you at the edge of your seat. One that keeps pushing you to think about an ending that fits all perfectly. Where all the actors are emotionally driven in their roles. A scene that has a full pack of different sort of meanings to a viewer. it doesn’t matter what sort of genre is the said movie. Say it is: horror, drama, comedy, action, fantasy and etc. I would like it if it has two of the things I mentioned. Of course there are classic movies that are there, which are so well made, that they rise way above nowadays movies, making the actor getting praised and compared to certain movie, feel like he deserves to be an actor! I’m saying this because people who criticize movies don’t really care about the actors who’ve worked hours into creating it. Saying that the movie sucks, even if it does, is something like a failure for them, in fact it is. There’s a couple of movies that are really enjoyed by people, and seeing them get so praised, compared to movies that are not so famous is kind of sad for the folks who worked creating them. But that is business, and everything is done in really mysterious ways. The fact of the matter is: “Enjoy movies, good, quality movies, and just that. Enjoy them”. With that I feel is enough to express what I wanted to say. I’ve heard people talk shit about movies they didn’t understand or they just plain didn’t care to watch. How can you say a movie is bad when you haven’t even watched it? Sigh…strange world we live in. So, to those who enjoy watching movies, and accidentally read my stories as well, I say thank you! That is all for today folks! Thank you very much for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Games II Isn’t it nice when you come back home from work, or school, training or wherever you were and just sit on your chair, start your PC, PlayStation, XBOX, NINTENDO or whatever you own and just start playing games to cheer yourself up? Yeah, I opened this subject like that, some time ago, but this time I kind of look it as a really interesting thing to talk about. I didn’t remember if I even touched this subject, but as I was looking through the archives I was brought upon the first story I wrote. And yes, that was when I was gaming mainly on my PC, and now that I have switched over to PS4 I have a lot of things I want to address. For starters, why is the hate so much for nowadays games that include something original in them. Let’s take a certain franchise, and make a lot of games in a certain type…and then take this franchise once again and create something build over the classic, adding some more originality in said playstyle. It is not only that though. I don’t know why people like to talk crap on games they haven’t even played before. Yeah, you can make your opinion judging by the trailer of one particular game, but hey…some trailers are made to misdirect people into thinking that the shown footage is the only thing that will be happening in the game, while in fact, the said game has over 400+ hours of gameplay stored in it, which is breathtaking. Or the reverse. It might be a really neat trailer, but a very disappointing game. Take a note from EA…making a game full of micro-transactions, fully killed a game that wasn’t really well greeted in the first place. But, if we can be honest…micro-transactions shouldn’t be a thing in gaming…or not to the point of wanting money from you for basic things you actually need to level up. We can also take to effect that some people just don’t like given subjects. Like may it be horror, or RPG, or something like a FPS, multiplayer or even single player… whatever it is. There will always be someone to hate on something, even the little of things. In the end though…I get it, for people taking over 3 years to develop and create something unique, they want to make it superior, although there will be always be little flaws that games will surely see and complain about…but it’s not the end of the world… it’s not something so serious for me to dwell further in it…so let’s move on. I wanted to revisit this subject so I can point out how much I changed my mindset after switching over to PS4. At first, I was mesmerized with the fact that I could play any game, as long it had the blue logo of the PlayStation on it, and don’t worry if its gonna work or not. Then, as the time passed, I got addicted to the conception of Trophy/ Achievement Hunting. The main thing wasn’t the game anymore…it was how to get that stupid trophy preventing me from getting the most prized of all…the “Platinum Trophy” (Insert massive explosions fallowed by an endless spectacle of fireworks.). You see… I got so emerged into the idea of getting “Plat” Trophies, that I barely even enjoyed the game. And that was the main thing in a game…to enjoy it…cherish all the glorious kills and whatnot. Not focus on killing a person from 60 meters while an alligator fights a lama in the middle of Lincoln Park, as a meteor is threatening to fall on you. Like what? That’s what the creators wish. To fully get inside the lore of said story of a game, and understand it to the point of wanting more. For me, that’s a game worth playing. And for now…I will focus on the game itself, rather than the stupid trophies…Although…sometimes it feels rather nice to collect them all…showing that you have done everything there is to be done in the game. And so…one day I might make a third appearance in this subject…but it would be a long time till now. So, with that being said…I think I said what I wanted to be said. Thank you very much for reading folks! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Today’s Generation of Children There isn’t really a point of which we can start of from. The reality is that, the children of today will be a lot more technically advanced than their predecessors, making them superior to gathering information. Although, they don’t really use todays technologies for that. They don’t really care about learning new possible information, useful in common conversations or what not. They care about many different things, differing from knowledge. AND OF COURSE, I’m not talking about all the kids around the globe. I’m talking about the ones I have observed in the past years. The ones who curse at older people, or disrespect their parents just because they KNOW, they are right about something in particular. I’m talking about kids who are annoying, selfish, vulgar and most honestly plain stupid. Now, this hate speech, is coming directly out of my thoughts and nothing more, guided from my observations of the common kids around the neighborhood and schools I went at. Tell me, what kind of person, has to care for their child, feed them, watch them as they sleep, bath them and etc., just to end up raising a little devil, which constantly argues about whether he is right or wrong. Curses at you, the parent. Abuses its privileges in some points in life, just because he feels all mighty and powerful. That person, the parent, shouldn’t feel glad he raised a child, but should feel a little bit of regret for not “raising” it. I’ve seen how nowadays couples treat their children. “Ah just hang him the tablet and he will watch silly cartoons for hours”. Like, are you dumb or what? Exposing a 3-year-old to a tablet, so early in its life, will bound to cause some issues. Look, I’m not saying I’m an expert at caring for a child, since I, myself, being 20, am still a child. I’m saying this because of the way the kids here, and I presume wherever it is, act like they are the greatest person ever created in the galaxy we frickin live in. It is fueled by a source of hate. The way they talk, what they watch…it’s painful to watch. What drives me to a point of me writing this, is how they treated some elderly people, just trying to help them. A year or two back, the kids in my neighborhood, had this hobby of blasting music till 11 pm. Now, I understand its summer vacation, and you feel good about it, but that doesn’t mean that you should disturb every human living around you. There were a couple of complaints about this, but no action was taken. So, my grandma, one of the most known elders in the streets, gather some of the people who complaint, and went there to confront them. And yes, I know it sounds like something really big, which in fact is…but for them to go and gather people to try and talk to them, really makes things brighten up and reveal how messed up this situation was. So, when they started asking them, politely, to lower the music, and not scream like complete maniacs, and just play like all the normal kids before them, they literally spat in their faces and called them all sorts of stuff I don’t even wish to remember. Now, what I hate most of their doings, was that the elders didn’t wish them to stop doing what they were doing, no. They just wished them to be a bit more understanding of their age and respect their needs. But when they utterly refused to listen to them, and started making even more of a nonsense out of all, the police, finally was called. It was just a mere option to scare them of their doings, but it was just a temporally thing, as it continued. Overall, today it’s a bit more calm around, but the kids still remain just as cocky and vulgar as before. And to that I can’t blame nobody but the parents who raised so foul mouthed creatures as them. So please folks, talk with your children, and raise them into being good folk who respect the people’s needs. With that being said, as I got a grudge out of my chest, I think it’s enough for today. Thank you very much for reading my opinion on today’s generation. I think…key word here is think…that they will change, and regret ever doing that. But for that, time will tell. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Smartphones I swear, all we do is talk about stuff I don’t like or want to change. This time isn’t gonna be something different too, heh. Now, we are gonna talk about smartphones and how they affect people. Let’s start like this: Do you remember those times when you could go out in the streets and play with your friends at any game you create or know? Yea, today’s kids cannot do it. Just because their phones are way too interesting, and have a lot of yellow paper news about all the starts in the world. To be quite honest…instead of making this a rant, I would rather help out this subject with giving it its pros, because everyone seems to hate the idea of replacing that childhood experience with the smartphones, which I agree with, but we cannot neglect the fact that phones are nowadays library of knowledge, guidance and all sort of privileges, old people didn’t have way back in the day. I myself have had the honors to use those sort of privileges, not really in the “all right” sections of them. Like, today’s technology, in general, provides a vast amount of ways for you to know what is going on around you. And the thing I used most of, was my phone. More usually, at school, where I had to use it, YES, sometimes for cheating on an exam, BUT, most of the times to look up more information on a subject our teachers weren’t dwelling that much upon and I found interesting. They can help you access the internet, which is like the mass room of everything you want, helping you in learning your studies. People don’t like the fact that kids are spending more time on their phones instead of the books, while that’s their own fault for not really telling them, or restricting them from going wherever they wanted to go, AND making them to read useful things. I would be a hypocrite if I said that I never played on my phone just for fun, not caring for anything. Yes, everyone does it, but once I grew older, I kinda understand what they meant when they say, common knowledge, because people don’t know about things they talk about the news, horrific stuff, and kind of look ignorant when they are confronted about it. That is why, exactly, you should open up the “NEWS” app on the phone are read things that are going on around the globe. Love em, or hate em, they are useful in many ways. Even for people who are asking for the time. Just grab your phone out of the pocket and let that stranger know, it’s that easy. So, with that being said, thank you very much for reading! That’s all for today folks! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Religion Before I start, let’s say that I don’t really practice a lot, or even the basic things Christianity forces you to do. As a person I don’t really pray to god that often, only because I don’t understand it, neither do we, as a family, say our wishes while on the dinner table. But beside those things, what I found interesting, is that religion can either save you, or kill you. By that I mean is the faction you choose to believe in, and swore your life in practicing and teaching to your offspring and so on. Many people can judge you by the fact that you are wearing a cross on your neck, and think of you as a foolish man, which can cause many difficult times. But aside from that, many people do actually wedge wars because of the many different religions, and yes, there are a lot. Some of the most known ones are these ones: Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Bahá'í Faith, Hinduism, Taoism, Buddhism, Sikhism, Slavic neopaganism, Celtic polytheism, Heathenism (Germanic paganism), Semitic neopaganism, Wicca, Kemetism (Egyptian paganism), Hellenism (Greek paganism), Italo-Roman neopaganism and many, many more where those came from. Now, what I like about those religions is that each has some sort of ancient mythology that they truly believe in. Like in Christ with the Christians, or with Allah with the Islam, or Amun-Ra with the Egyptian paganism, Zeus in the Greek paganism, and Odin in the Celtic polytheism. People pray to them and plead their forgiveness and protection, above many things. All of those gods represent one thing, the leader of that certain type of religion, and people tend to appreciate their protections from them, by sacrificing something for them, in other to show allegiance. Most of these people do believe in more than one god, since some religions have said that there are a lot of more gods than the leading one. And that is all but alright for me. What isn’t really good though, is that many people tend to judge people by their color or faction they choose to swore upon. Taking away everything this century has shown us, even in medieval times, it was told that there were wars between many of the factions, thinking that their gods are superior than their opponents. Now, so many years from them, we are doing the same thing over and over, trying to make something different happen, which is basically the explanation of insanity. And people, living in this day and age, still believe in the old ways of living, which to me is really, really confusing, but I do respect their laws, and that they have stood for many of the years, BUT, there is a line of practicing those laws, and commanding all humanity to revert to those ways. That’s basically starting the war of gods all over again, trying to fight over which god is more powerful than the other. That is completely, and utterly barbaric in any sort or form. And, of course, this is only but my honest opinion of that matter. But I do really wanna give an example of people who tried to create something. A story most folk should now. It is about the tower of Babel. In short, this is a story where it is told, why people speak different languages. So, after the Great Flood, a united humanity, gather to form something like a group of all the survivors, speaking the same tongue. They all decide to build a city and a tower tall enough to reach heaven, and ultimately god. But, when he observes this, he makes that all the people speak differently, and scatters them to form different cities with different religions and so on. The matter of it all, was that there was a way for humans to gather and sort of all their problems. There really was a way for them to act as one group and live in peace for however time it took them. Which is an example of how people can live in harmony. So, what I would like to say is, take notes people, and don’t get distracted by the fact that your neighbor is a certain type of believer, different than you. Just embrace them as a person. Just be a human. And with that being said, I think this is all for today folks. I didn’t really know what I was gonna say for this story, but in the end I did figure out the point in all of this. Living in harmony. To be honest, I don’t know if everything will come together or crumble even further, but, time is out most efficient partner in our story, so we just need to wait and see. Thank you for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Violence I don’t know what’s with me to always direct my mind to violence. Even in normal times, people tend to give them self away to the anger which has been boiling for some time now. And you know, sometimes it does feel nice to just release your senses into something. Just let it all flow, until you can feel yourself again, and not be guided by the dark thoughts produced by plain and dark emotion. Many times have I fallen in that state of doing something foolish, leaded by some angry memory in my mind. And, I have to admit, that most of the times…it feels good. Knowing that you can do anything in this moment, and not be blamed at all, because it’s just in your head. But there is exactly where I draw the line. Only in my head do I tend to release all those emotions that have escalated to a point that I physically show them, and then I calm down quietly, thinking about things I would like to do and such. Most of that anger is either created by someone that has just plain annoyed me, or I just didn’t feel happy on that certain day. But as I said, I usually stop it in my head…but most of the people that don’t have that self-control, end up doing things they regret, right when they have managed to kill 30 people with themselves. What I’m trying to say is, that this nation, is built under everything but happiness, and one of the leading things is Violence. Those things we do, under that state aren’t really a repressive of what we want to be, but who we are, deeply on the inside. Just like the hypothetical “masks” we like to wear to hide away out deep emotions; this angry state reveals what’s actually behind that mask…and when that sturdy and deep state of yours has fallen, people can see, not what they thought would be a quiet and calm person, but an enraged beast, wanting to cause nothing but violence among everyone. I don’t really know how to permanently stop that anger in me, and not let it rip out, which means i have to live with it, until it subdues to the peace that I so eagerly want to find someday. Until then…I shall remain “masked”. This is all for today, thank you for reading. Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Stress It’s difficult when you have to balance between 3 or more things in your daily schedule. Might it be work, or going on a for a walk, or just the most trivial thing you could think of. All seems easy when you know that you aren’t forced to always hurry or keep time. I don’t do much when I am at work, only because I don’t have the time. Like I barely get time to write the Nightmare series, which is why I tend to do the 2/3 of the story at work, using the free time I can get, and then finish it at home, as fast as I can, so that I can focus more on the other things I want to do, like watch a movie, or play some games. Recently I finished the History series “Vikings” literally in one breathe. I had to sacrifice some of my time from other activities I liked, so I can fully immerse myself into the Viking style. I gotta say, it’s a pretty good show. But beside that, it’s kind of frustrating that you only get so little time to do the things you want to do. Sometimes time doesn’t even seem to move, but there are times when the hours pass by like seconds, and you are so god damn angry you didn’t get the chance to do something you wanted to do. This is why I created myself the schedule of the week. Not the writing schedule, but the activities schedule. The activity schedule is quite easy to follow.
So, with that being said, I can only wish to you, to not be that stressful and give yourself to the rhythmic wave of relaxation. That’s all for today folks! Thank you very much for reading! Black Ned Wing. A Story of- Space To achieve infinity is the first priority. But what does that exactly mean? To be quite honest, I didn’t know at the start, but thinking about it later in time I kind of figured out a nice explanation for this theme of this current Volume. It’s been all around the place, but I can say that i built it up to this point, where I can freely say that this chapter right here, represents one of the most asked questions, period. What’s out there? Is there really a different kind of humanity or actual life outside our planet? How has everything been created, everything that we know, or have made up? It really is one sort of enigma to start off, but sure does prove quite the mystery when you start debating how it all went down in the very beginning of the creation of all we know. Some people might suggest that It was scientifically created by a blast that caused an explosion, creating all the stars and planets. Others, might say that we were all forged by the hands of this being made of light. I don’t know how everything started, what I do believe though, is a mixture between both of those things…but still, who knows. What’s more intriguing though, is the fact that we ARE NOT, the only living creatures in this galaxy. Evidence prove it, many things do. We don’t know what the higher powers show and tells us is true? What we do know, is that people have seen them, life from different places. There’s been recordings of said encounters will the different species, with the addition that the people who recorded said tapes, mysteriously disappear, without a trace. But that’s a different story. What I’m really thinking right now, is how everything might change if we actually start exploring our galaxy to the point of traveling there, and living on different planets. But I know that this dream will come someday, when we actually have flying cars. I believe that we can achieve infinity, if we can focus on learning about ways to travel into space for a longer time and everything that we need to understand about the cosmos and its secrets. That, I believe is our first priority. And with that being said, I think we are one story away from the finish line of this Volume. I hope I grabbed your attention with this certain subject, if not, well, maybe next time. So, thank you very much for reading folks, that’s all for today! Black Ned Wing A Story of- Future Series Finale So, after 79 stories, it has come to this point in time where I have to say my goodbyes. Not only, was this series a big journey for me, and a stepping stone for my writing career, but it was an emotional ride the whole time. From the very first story, to this one. Then 3 years ago, when I started typing out the words to the very first A Story of, I wasn’t sure what exactly was I doing at that point. But, as the days went on, and as the Sundays rolled down the calendar, it kind of made sense for me to always publish the stories on this day. Now, with 3 ongoing series with 180 stories combined, I continued to move forward. But, the main question is this: “Why am I stopping this series altogether?”. Well, the answer is quite simple. You see, I think I don’t have much to talk about, other than updating you about my daily life and that sort of stuff. I don’t really like that sort of exposure. For me, ASOF was a series on which I can talk about current things or old things. A certain subject sometimes, with it having side-stories to actually make a decent volume. Kinda like Volume 4 and 5. From there on, I think I’ve been kind of struggling to keep up with thinking up things we could talk about, that are interesting. When I wrote down the ideas for Vol.8 I stared at them and scrubbed out a few because they looked really boring to write out and so on. And now, as I write this, I kind of feel glad that we are ending this on a happy note. I’m not sad or anything, in fact I’m kind of excited about the things that are coming on this blog. More content, and more Novels. Although, there are going to be some pauses between said series. Let’s say we start writing a novel. Then, I figured that if I can post the novel two times a week, on the blog, instead of not having any content on it, it would be better for me and the readers, if there is any… So, I’m more than excited to announce that the debuting Thursday Nightmare Novels is coming really soon. The point in TNN, is to write the chapters of the novels, and post them on the days I would usually post TN and ASOF. So in a couple of weeks, the writing schedule will look a bit like this: Monday- Poems. Thursday- TN or TNN, Sunday- TNN. I won’t have both TN and TNN at the same time, because it would take quite a lot of time to do both of them, and making sure that one of the series is well done is better than having a lot of contend that isn’t really good. Of course, there will be a replacement for ASOF, and that would be a side project, a really little one, that could fill in some blanks here and there. It’s named “Short Fears” for now, but I will think of a better name later when it actually happens. So, in other words, everything changes, but nothing changes. And last but not least. The dates of the debuting series are this: Sep.10 Poems Vol.7. And Sep.13 Thursday Nightmare Novels Vol.1. With that being said, I won’t debut the 3rd series until the regular Nightmare series return. And that will be… well I don’t know yet, but it won’t be too late. And that’s all for today, and forever, folks. Thank you very much for reading this for one last time, I appreciate all of the people who actually take their time to do so. With great visions of the future, I say: “Farewell, and stay tuned!” Black Ned Wing. |
AuthorHello this is Nedyalko D. Delchev, or Black Wing. I'm currently 25-years-old, and one of my dreams is to be a writer one day. In order for me to achieve that i will be posting any kind of stories and short novel books. ArchivesCategories |