Anita Samandra

Of Thorns and Rocks The summer is almost over, and he grabs his bag for a walk. Outside there’s a path but there are a lot of rocks, and it’s overgrown with briars. Up the hill there is a road, but the road is steep and it leads to unknown places. He turns from the road and starts heading down the known path. Walking through the briars is uncomfortable, but it feels safer even if it hurts. Barely through the first bend, he stumbles on a rock. “I can’t stumble

A collection of everything that falls outside a story, be it short scenes or poetry.

Love when you see the smile from someone feeling the same. or the warmth in your chest from the mention of a name. Love your first thought in the beginning of a day, and the last thing you feel when you're hitting the hay. Love when every moment you're waiting you seem to ache, so afraid that from this dream you'll wake. Love the feeling so strong time seize to exist Yet even those moments blow away like mist. Love filling you up 'till you feel so strong, yet so small that you feel you'll do everything wrong Love when the smallest thing can send you into a rut, yet the same thing will pull you back up. Love when you warm up by the mention of a name knowing by their smile that they feel the same.

So, I've finally made it. I'm back at the point where I manage to write. Over a period of about ten years, I got pulled further and further away from things that gave me inspiration to write. (or do anything creative for that matter) The reasons, may or may not be disclosed at a later time, but the gist of it is that even if I didn't understand it at the time my life wasn't doing so good anymore. Top that with denial of being trans from way back when I was 10 or 12 years old. I basically didn't want to "be different" so I didn't tell anyone, and all my life just pushed it away. Then things happened, and I suddenly had the opportunity to observe myself. And discover what was actually going on. A "few" doctors appointments later, over to a specialist, and suddenly things started working out. I now proudly can say I'm trans. I've been (on the time of writing) on hormones for half a year. And things are looking up. I've been out for walks, just to walk. And now my creativity is coming back. And WOW does it feel good. My job situation could be loads better, and thus the same with my economy. But I manage. But now I can see that famous light in the end of the tunnel. And yes, I'm fairly certain it's not a train. So, also at time of writing, chapter one of my new story The Old is up and I'm halfway through first writing of chapter 2. I don't know if I will, or want to pick up some of my old stories. At least not yet. But we'll see. After all, if I remember correctly I have almost 40.000 words down on my main and biggest story. But for now I hope you enjoy The Old, even if it is the first thing I write in many years. Thank you. Anita

Thanks. I got some of chapter 2 done today... hopefully the rest tomorrow, and posting as soon as possible.

Hope you'll enjoy this first chapter.

#1 THE DISCOVERY "Hey, wait up Ka!" Go'Xie shouted. Ka'Zief was running up the hill and Go had trouble keeping up with her. "Not my fault you're slow. Hurry, you need to see this," Ka shouted teasingly back. She continued running trying to catch up, feeling the muscles in her legs burning. Ka had slowed somewhat, allowing Go to catch up with her. Then at the top of the ridge, she stopped and turned around, beaming at Go. Go slowed as well, she really didn't want Ka to see how tir

Three friends stumble upon artifacts seemingly not of their world, and set out to discover what turns out to be bigger than they could ever imagine.

Loved it. Thanks. 😊 Now to read the rest of your stories. Thanks again for suggesting this one.