WRITING

Writing was always one of my greatest passions.

Capturing moments, thoughts and Ideas, in order to share them with the world. What could possibly be greater?

Writing flow is like a butterfly, you see it flying around and you like it. It makes you happy, when it's there, but you can't catch it, you cant force it to stay. So whenever you see the butterfly you try to keep it in sight as long as possible. The same goes for writing, if you're in a writing flow, you don't want to stop writing, because you know that it can be gone any moment.

I try to write down all ideas, charakters, and plots, coming through my mind. This page is supposed to be a display, of my previous, mostly (due to lack of free time) unfinished pieces.

I still hope you enjoy my writing.

Altyrea ~ dragon shards ~

Altyrea, the first world, was shaped by the elder dragons, representing the four elements everything else was born of.

After several wars and times of trouble however, the world was split, into one part given to a god, and one to a goddess.

Between those words, lies Umbrea, the land of the dead, and also the only way, to travel in between both worlds.

There shall all souls find peace and quiet.

But what if they no longer get clear to be born again?

Dark souls escape into both worlds and only the guardians, possessing each a dragons gift, have the power, to hold back a new catastrophe.

7EVEN - THRILLER

Seventeen years old Alex tries to be normal, but it is not the easiest thing to do. Especially since he only got to know his mother a few weeks ago. Is she telling the truth?

Whose are the voices he's hearing?

Can he trust them more then his own family?

When he finally gets to have friends, and to be happy, suddely one of them dies.

The police suspects murder. But was it?

What was it, that really happened?

And how can Alex prove, he's not guilty?

NEW PLOT IDEA: CREEPS

We used to be just like you. Humans. Alive.

We used to...

but we are no more.

We are no longer human.

What are we?

Are we alive?

Some call us “monsters”

But we are not.

The real monsters, call us “CREEPS”.

No more family.

Rejected from society.

They were all once,

what you'd call “normal”. They were born into a family.

They had a life.

But they've lost everything. Now, they're nothing. Nothing but creeps.

What if your life shaped you, into something new?

Something, scary.

Something, not human.