They take a stand They're on the edge They hope their death Will bring them honour They think of fate And of that day When flowers grew On sunny meadows I'll sing that song It'll stay with me I want it

Ok, I'm in a brutal struggle with the first sentence. Like, when you know everything you are going to write down, but somewhat uncertain about how to start. Like, the first couple of sentences is a punchline,

When you enter the market, you need to be calm and relaxed like the surface of an icy mountain lake. The lake hidden high among the snowy peaks, protected from any calamities and worries. Its waters are

The sky and the earth rapidly switched places. Back and forth. A huge rainbow burst from a field of wheat splashing around the sprays of acidic vividness, then spurted resolutely into a vertiginous high,

Countdown. Five minutes left. Green, orange, and red lights blinked on a panel, indicating the streams of information flowing through the multitude of cables attached to it. The router repelled the attacks,

Continuing this process of ruminating about various blockchain projects, I have realized that in the most cases I try to assess the novelty and the key purpose of the project by looking at how it utilizes

I read about the various writer's routines, how the established writers organized their working process to achieve the maximum efficiency. From somebody who sat at his desk at some particular time every

The dark clouds approached from the horizon, casting ominous shadows on the ground below. Their ragged, grizzly surface bubbled like a vapor coming out of a simmering kettle, overheated and ready to blow.

July consisted of sultry days with the dust permeating the glowing summer air. The all-pervading heat, dense and sticky like hot syrup. The dust, din, and clatter from the innumerable construction projects

I think maybe I should write a story about a jungle tribe. They hunt during the day, cook food, worship their gods. Life is idyllic with the drops of dew, sparkling on the huge meaty leaves of tropical

There are myriads spots of light where the sun rays pass through the translucent green foliage and dance on the ground. The leaves shimmer and sparkle, reflecting the sun. Then, after noon, it becomes

I have a habit of looking at the sun above my head. Every now and then I do that. This way, seeing how high it is above the horizon, I can roughly estimate what time it is. Or how long it is before the

There is a different perception of time when sometimes time seems to move faster than usual. I translate the time into an amount of text I can read or amount of text I can write and realize how limited

I was learning to ride a horse. It went wrong from the beginning when I mounted that shabby pony and tried to make it move. Like before that moment I was certain that it was pretty simple, like riding

I touched her breast. Then I slowly moved my fingers tracing the warm moist velvet; then I suddenly realized that I don't have any fingers. I took a look at it and saw my palm hanging above the street.

It's hard to find internal logic in certain things. To write some consistent description, I need to have a mental picture of how this thing works. For example, I'm trying to outline the principles of online

Leaves, torn from the branches by the gusts of wind, fly and scatter. Candles exude strange scents floating like mist in the dimly lit rooms crowded by many priests in cherry-red velvet cloaks. Cold wind

It was a dark and stormy night. The forest was filled with a chorus of yells, squeals, and groans. The groundhogs rushed around in panic, stepped on the hedgehogs and with the yells of a sudden fright

The Kite Runner Is it true, that we have to fulfill our ultimate duty and redeem the evils we made, no matter how difficult it is and how long we try to postpone it? Or is it just a fantasy based on an

On Life I think the most interesting way to live one's life is to change it all the time. Change the jobs, professions, hobbies, places. Sometimes it might feel highly uncomfortable and stressful. Sometimes