I dealt with the pain the only way I knew; painting. Though initially, not even that seemed to help. The only good thing that came out of Paolo and Candy’s engagement was the place I discovered after I ran into the countryside to weep. I found a beautiful spot on the river, the only place... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This sonnet was written by William Shakespeare. I own nothing. That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I will excuse... Continue Reading →
“Special place for a special girl,” Paolo said. “Can’t believe this is your first time to the ruins. You should paint the place.” “I should,” I smiled. Paolo had really been making an effort to support my painting lately. It was quite sweet, really. Actually, he’d been surprisingly attentive altogether. I wanted to stop the... Continue Reading →
"Do you not fit anywhere else? Maybe, just maybe, you could be an Avant Garde," Maike said. She was actually just citing their promotional blurb that’s meant to entice people to join, you know, the one each of the clubs advertise. But her timing was great. Maybe I could be an Avant Garde. I started... Continue Reading →
The days that followed were like being on a seesaw. Sometimes, I thought my paintings were getting pretty good… Sometimes I wanted to rip them apart. And it was the same with Paolo. The evenings were good… …the nights were great… …but the mornings were an awakening, back into reality. And there I was, on... Continue Reading →
It was all going great with Paolo. Maybe he didn’t get many of my interests, but we had a lot of fun together. That is, until he invited me to his place and his housemates ruined it all. “Oh isn’t it the lovebirds,” Jade smirked. “Hey Paolo, would you be a dear and get me... Continue Reading →
Candy and I would meet up at the coffee shop practically every day. Sometimes, we’d talk about all sorts of things; I’d try to stir the conversation to my art, Candy would enthuse about her gigs, and then of course… “I’ve known Paolo for a good while, he used to dabble in DJing a fair... Continue Reading →
Day 2. Now that I’d properly unpacked, it was time to explore. I wandered through the streets of the old town centre, though let’s face it, I got lost a fair bit. This place is much bigger than Newcrest! Luckily I came across a number of maps on the way. But better yet, I found... Continue Reading →
Windenburg. I can’t believe I finally made it here, and that I’m lucky enough to call this place home for the foreseeable future. The house I snatched myself is a bargain, right in the historical city centre. The views, the architecture, I couldn’t have imagined it any better. And believe me, I spent a lot... Continue Reading →
The Plumbob 