It’s time to share something very exciting with you today!
I think all of you know that I love writing. I have had ideas to write short stories and novels and accumulated them for two years straight, not having written any of them. I wanted to change that, but it didn’t feel right to use this blog for that. And that’s why I created a new WordPress blog where I am planning to post all of my stories:
I posted my first short story today! It’s called The green-eyed girl.
I really want to know what you think of it, I’m super curious! And if you enjoyed it, definitely share it with your loved ones 😉 😉
Here is a little sneak peek!
At the museum, Neville was finally at rest. It had been a long time since he was able to hear his own thoughts without any car honks or construction sounds in the background. Right there, in the art museum, it was quiet. As quiet as London could be, anyway.
He walked through the first exposition, eying the nineteenth-century paintings. The finest paintings were created in that century if you would ask him. An exalted painting hanging right in front of him caught his attention. Hypnotised by its grandeur, he moved towards the artwork. His eyes moved across every detail, noticing every brush stroke the painter had made. Much to Neville’s surprise, he didn’t recognise its creator. The little plaque under the painting told him the girl on the canvas was Princess Tarakanova, painted by Konstantin Flavitsky. The woman had been an impostor to the Russian throne. At 32 years old she was captured and killed. Legend says she had faked her death, only to die of drowning two years later.
‘I don’t believe she lived after she was captured. I think she died right there, unable to escape the iron fists that had caught her.’ The woman next to him noted. He didn’t remove his eyes from the painting. He didn’t need to, he recognised her voice straight away. ‘It’s up to us to decide whether we want to believe we can escape our superiors. Anyway, we tend to choose to believe what makes us feel least guilty.’ He answered.
Continue reading: Read it here.
Thank you so much for your support over the years!
I’ll talk to you soon!