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A WOMAN IN THAT CITY

I dont know what I have become yet.

I stopped blogging in 2011.My blog, was ranked no3 nationwide and was picked up by a publishing company. I now  Work as a  professional writer, and had no  time or drive to engage in a personal blog anymore. I also am not as naive as i was about the world when I started. But now,  I see that despite the surplus of bloggers, writers, twitters and the likes, people do not tell stories anymore. So here I a am, about to tell a few. Brace yourselves, it's going to be a bumpy road.

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Work for me, sleep with me.

" I need to talk to you, can I come over tonight?" The message on her phone was weird, and it was not at the same time.

Grudges

Pure terror. I felt his hand grabbing my boob from behind and I yanked myself to turn but then his other hand grabbed the other

Eyes

She leaned over. "What are you doing? The boy is obviously dying to kiss you, and you bring me along to be a third wheel?

Here is a crazy story...

I walked into the office of Marc, the whole staff was there, and he was scribbling things. I had just started working in this resort/...

Hands

I did not think much of him the first time I saw him, because he was a bit younger, and not the type I was usually attracted to. I liked dar

His name on her lips

She sighed and brushed him away. "Go away you son of a bitch", she laughed at his persistance to stick around. She did not know it, but

I know where you live

If I m a liar, then everything I say about them is not true. If I am crazy, then I am fair game. If I am a dictator and a bitch, then every

Pay attention.

Some sulk, in order to be asked what is wrong. Others yell, when felt not respected and bypassed. Others criticize, putting themselves abov

How trauma is formed

I feel like I have an enemy who falsely advocates he has moved on when in fact his actions are hostile, aggressive and hurtful.

Women conversing

My friend likes you, she said. I looked at him, he looked young...

The things you accuse in me...

I understand you cannot go inwards. I understand you need someone to love, to learn to love your self. I understand you need someone to hate

I sat to write a letter

eeling my heart full. I will never send you that letter, I don't need to. Just feeling and smiling at your memory Sets my soul free.

I have no internet....

and we all know what this means. I have no life support, no blood in my veins, no air in my lungs. I can't talk to friends, read the...

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