The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

4. The Big Day I did it. I run the half marathon and it felt amazing. If someone had told me last year that I’d do something like that, I would have not believed them. I was too scared back then. And I wish I could say I was only scared of running such a …

The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

3. Ghosts Don't Exist I’m in my bedroom. I gasp for air but there’s none. The room is completely invaded by water. All my toys are floating. Including the police motorbike my uncle gave me for my birthday. And Emilio, the little robot Santa brought me for Christmas. I cry. The water muffles my desperation, …

The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

2. If Only I The temperature is mild, but I still wear my k-way as it looks like it may rain soon. I can’t let that stop me, though. Don’t know what the weather is going to be like on race day. I have to be prepared for everything. I set my sport watch and …

The Diary of An Aspiring Author

1. Who am I, really? I’m wearing invisible socks today. Can you believe it? It was Christmas a minute ago, and now I am wearing invisible socks. Time flies, eh? My half-moon tattoo pops out from that little space between the end of my right sock and the beginning of my grey leggings. A space …

Blank

Blank like a page, Fresh like a start. ©Brooxy Moon

I believe In Grey

For a long time, I believed that to be an interesting person I had to have a very specific opinion about everything, that I had to pick one side or the other, never stay in the middle. That’s what society teaches us. The world is either black or white, there’s no room for grey. But …

Lost in Migration

I used to know this place. I used to know these people. I still remember the afternoons sitting by the sea, smoking and chatting, the dinners together, the road trips. Yet I feel like I don’t belong here. Who am I? Who have I become? ©Brooxy Moon

In Bloom

Here I am, Look at me While I blossom. * A spring feast is happening, Silently, Within me. Can you see it? * A dead tree I was, And now, Look at me, I am in bloom. *** ©Brooxy Moon

Happiness

Happiness lays in the little moments of joy that life offers us. Happiness lays in the freedom to enjoy those moments without the fear that something bad is going to happen if we do. And who can give us that freedom if not ourselves? Happiness is scary. The fact that it might end is scary …

After The Storm

The sun breaks through the clouds, Right there, Where the sky meets the sea, And all of a sudden The world is bright again *** ©Brooxy Moon

Behind The Novel

The Origin Of The Eye Society Picture from canva.com Have you ever experienced the urgency to write something down because within yourself you felt like it could be the only way to solve a problem? I have. It all happened on a Friday, during a march for the climate organised by Fridays for Future. I …

Nature is…

We humans have spent our existence trying to find a God, thinking that would help us understanding the reason for our lives. We created religions that instead of making us come together, tear us apart. We haven’t even noticed that God is actually within us, within all the things that surround us. God is Nature, …

The Little Things

Walking to remain sane * Enjoying the little things * Realising what really counts *** ©Brooxy Moon

Life Has Just Begun

Lost in a nightmare, it’s hard to escape * It’s just a dream, I say Open your eyes and run away * Here’s the sun, The morning has finally come And life has just begun. * ©Brooxy Moon

A dash of colour

Even on grey days There's a dash of colour Waiting for us Just around the corner It's all about looking for it © Brooxy Moon

May you be

May you be the yellow leaf on the ground fallen under the intensity of its long existence Rather than the green leaf strogly attached to the tree abruptly ripped by the storm. © Brooxy Moon

Through the lens

The things we say are the reflection of our own perspective. It happens the same with the stories we tell. When we write, we are simply inviting people to look at the world through our lens. At the end of the day we all see things in different ways, but by listening and reading we …

Darkness

I fall into deep dark I gasp for freedom * Far looks the light But I climb Walls made of slippery charcoal * My muscles hurt I feel the pain in my hands And yet I climb Walls made of slippery charcoal * Closer is now the light Heavy is though my head I may …

Stranger I Used To Know

Hold my hand Hold it tight Stranger I used to know * Hold my hand Forgive my eyes Full of confusion And surprise * No memories I have left And yet I feel the love In your hand That holds mine * So, do not let go Stranger I used to know You Forgotten love …

Life

At the end of the day We're all filling blank pages. We're all writing our own book. © Brooxy Moon

Unexpected

All of a sudden The sun And everything was alive Again © Brooxy Moon

Joshua

The Eye Society Aria and Joshua had known each other for a year now. They had met at the E-footballers Award the year before. Aria was there with her family, because of her father: Adam Adams, one of the best amateur e-footballers of all times. Adams had never missed an E-F Award, and neither had …

Gloria

The Eye Society Gloria liked gossiping with the girls – that was why her visits always took so long. Even though she wasn’t sure that the love story between Michael and Diana was true, she joined that conversation as if it was the only thing she cared about. Gloria, clearly, suspected it was all a …

Brian

The Eye Society Reading Ali’s name on the accident report had brought so many memories back to him. Ali Dawn, it could have been a namesake, but Brian somehow knew it wasn’t. That was why he decided to walk the airdriver to the aircar. Of course, One would have been fitter for the purpose, any …

Ali

The Eye Society Ali had been doing this job for more than twenty-five years. It still impressed him when he thought about it, but he had been part of the first airdrivers’ crew in history; when they launched the air-cab service he was there, along with the other nine colleagues who passed the selection. No …

Aria

The Eye Society Aria shut the trapdoor to her home behind her and looked around for the last time.  She used to go up and down that tunnel a dozen times a day when she was little, but that habit was long gone now. The sound of the air purifier filled the long white corridor. …