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History's Quiet Dread

I wrote a piece about a year ago. I never expected I would write it again. About an hour later, my legs are carrying me home from a crowded Old Town Square. I can’t help but think: is this how people felt? Back in ’45. Back in ’68. Back in ’89. “The undying fear for life, the doom of repeating the same mistakes.” I’m quoting myself there—words from late January ’25, and I mean the year, not the day. If I felt only a breeze on my skin back then, I’m standing in a swirling, freezing tornado now. Weirdly enough, being emotional while also feeling a swelling rage has become a new standard these days. Suddenly, I sympathise with burning piles of fiction books and broken pledges—smoking ashes, simple lines and pages. Voices in the back of my head scream at the Soldiers of Death: what traumatised you? Was your ego crushed in high school? Or are you just sick in the head? They tell us to stay focused. Keep studying. Keep working. Keep living. While bullet after bullet is being paid to the ea...
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Breath of the Hunted

I used to be a hunter; now I’m being hunted. Perhaps it is the way of all things: when the predator becomes the prey, the hand that grips the demon dagger will one day feel its bite. I thought myself righteous, moving through the shadows with silver bullets and borrowed prayers. But righteousness is only a veil, and beneath it I was nothing more than hunger in a human form. Every creature I struck down stared back with eyes I refused to meet. Now I run, and in the silence between footsteps, I finally understand: the fear I once delivered has come home. And yet, there is a strange kind of mercy in this reversal. To feel the breath of the hunt on my neck is to carry the weight of every soul I silenced. Their faces rise in the dark – not with vengeance, but with the terrible patience of the wronged. They do not need to chase me – I carry them already. The hunt is not claws or teeth; it is memory, relentless and unyielding. I move through abandoned streets, through empty houses as though t...
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Stand Up

Calling upon our greatest mother, standing above her far-spread grave. They're sharpening the knives and stuffing on the guns again. I wonder: is that how you felt back then? When Soldiers of Death walked your paths while the rifles made you deaf. The undying fear for life, the doom of repeating the same mistakes. Have you felt the breeze on your skin back then? When death walked over you with a smile and laughter. Are we going back in time? Are we simply choosing not to care? I fear the nightmare coming true, the history books coming alive again. Men are firing the guns, and women have to bear the unfairness of life. Who am I then? Survivor or the villain? Hero or the fallen? My generation is scared to death. Feeling stoned and frozen, like in the Nazi movies. Am I a part of Shield fighting Hydra? Or am I the Winter Soldier? Am I mind safe or am I mind rotten? They are telling us to mind our minds, to calm our balls, to stay focused on our goals. Is surviving in peace a good one? ...
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books more like hooks...

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  The first ever article, a serious article here, I'd love to dedicate to books. In our generation more than ever, reading is becoming increasingly popular - which I'm actually really grateful for. I lean towards books more often than people. And even though I'm not fluent in English, I tend to read books in the English version more often than in my mother language, because I can relate more to those words.  Most recently, I read The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo. This book opened my eyes a lot. It described what's going on behind the closed doors in the film industry and I really enjoyed reading this book. It shows you, how rotten the industry is, every industry, not just the film one. I felt a lot for the main character, Evelyn. She's not a real person, but if she was, it would make her an incredibly strong and minded person I would be absolutely stunned by. Not even her career but even her personal life - she went against the stereotype of society and I love that...
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how about I introduce myself....

Hi everyone!  My name is Anna and I am a student. Passionate about writing and madly in love - with books; with a self-care journey, a healing journey and an opportunity to share my way to self-love. I already shared my stories via another blog, but I saw a dead end there. It was more like a personal diary with randomly shared lines and poles. I've decided to stop writing there, completely delete that old blog, and start this one.  I'd love to share here what I'm going through, my book reviews, my healing, and my self-care process. Not everyone might be interested in these kinds of topics, and I'd love to say I'm gladly open to discussing some of your themes there as well.  If you're interested, you might be considering giving a follow to some of my socials for more upcoming articles there.  IG: @_aniiiii_s_
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