Dear Babygirl

A Buick in the Land of Lexus

Sometimes, people leave us without a word as to why. And the ‘not knowing’ is almost worse than their absence.

My dear friend Cinnamon is going through this. And it was suggested to her by one of her friends that she pick her own ending.

Her friend referenced The Big Bang Theory – the episode where Wolowitz’s father has left. And all of his friends write letters explaining to Wolowitz why, so he can pick his own ending.

Here is the scene.

So, that’s what we are doing. Cinnamon’s friends are writing her letters, to offer her closure. This loving, sparkly glitter girl deserves no less.

Dear Babygirl:

Right now, as I sit to write this, I am so connected to you, I can feel your pain. Or rather, the mingling of both of our pain.

I wish I had the courage to look into your eyes, or hear your voice.
I do…

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Stir of Echoes

By the wonderfully awesome #dear Anouska! She writes a lot better than me! Haha.

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Standing on the edge
with a heart to neck,
At any moment
falling off the precipice..

Lost in an eternal game of
hide and seek;
good over evil,
playing with your demons
casting hollow shadows
across walls where
lights once sheltered you

They leave no trace,
gifting gazes of
frostbites,
Shrouded, conjured
and sheltered
from the clouds of black
magic..

A perverse and sinister
reality dawns
fled from the shores
of malice..

The soul screams
to bid farewell
to the mystic terrors
of the lost..

For the land of nightmares
are etched too real into life,
unbanished from the depths
of fear..

The echoes of your long pleas
have now awoken the
Creatures dwelling
in the after-hours of nightfall..
Those who shall not be named.

By Anouska Banerjee

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Live in the Present

Wonderful.

Vehicle of Wisdom

Our most difficult task is to live in the present
Yes, this must be our most difficult task
To live truly free, from the angst of the future
All chains broken, from the links of the past

Our most pressing issue, our deepest concern
Our happiness well, the love for which we yearn
All here in the present, waiting for us
Though it is difficult, meet there we must

The only place where God exists
The here, the now, a heavenly bliss
While all the world serves to distract
To live in the present, our most difficult task.

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Siren Suicides Bk. 1; I Chose to Die REVIEW

Who is Ksenia Anske? She’s the author of the Siren Suicides trilogy. I was introduced to a fascinating character, Ailen Bright, when the series was in development. I met Ksenia, a dear friend, on Twitter and when I asked about Siren Suicides, she directed me to her YouTube channel, where she read the first early chapters. I was completely glued. This was back in late 2012. But it has taken me this long, because I myself had been developing and writing works of my own. Ksenia has become a true inspiration to me and many around the globe.

So, I began reading the first book in the series, I Chose to Die. What are my thoughts on it? It’s truly one of the finest pieces of fiction writing I have ever read. Call it a modern masterpiece. It begins with Ailen, attempting to drown herself, in a bathtub full of water. Add to that, she’d been smoking weed. Her mind adrift, she soon realises she’s experiencing a bad trip. Her thoughts consumed by the death of her mother, who leaped off the Aurora Bridge six years ago. Ever since then, the loss of her mother has haunted her like a series of endless nightmares.

The only comfort she finds is in the hallucinatory company of her sisters, not related, but who later through the pace of the narrative, turn out to be real sirens. Who with their beauty and mesmerising vocals sing the soul out of you. And you know what? You’re so dead, but you were smiling, like you were in euphoria, stoned. Ailen Bright confines into them, because they truly understand her pain.

She questions her existence, because her father never really wanted her, for him, he hoped for a son. And so, over the length of her life, he continues to degrade her, humiliate her, and with physical aggression. His repeated preachings about woman and their real purpose in life. His fears that Ailen should shape up to be different. Even if it means landing three slaps to her cheeks, after which, Papa has made his point.

Things don’t end just here, Ailen Bright makes the courageous attempt to escape from the crutches of her tormenting father. To take the same leap her mother had made. To erase her existence by diving into the depths of Aurora Bridge, and never be found. To disappear from the face of this planet. Hoping in her heart to meet her mother once again, in death. It is here, that the readers are introduced to a group of real sirens, each distinct from the other, but the menacing kind, who in return question your loyalty. Prove to them that you are of their own, by requesting a sacrifice in order to learn the truth about Alien’s past. But it comes only if, at the cost of sucking the soul out of a dear one. Ailen is also accompanied by her friend, Hunter, her pot-smoking buddy who tells her stories of sirens whenever Ailen is with him. But carries an secret agenda of his own.

Ailen Bright’s spiralling journey is a true experience of self-discovery, transformation, regret, learning the truth that had been kept away from her for such a long time. Uncovering a string of startling revelations. All at the cost of a series of personal battles.

Ailen Bright is a phenomenal being, she’s vulnerable to the core, and yet, equally powerful. It’s a mesmerising adventure about her plea to surrender herself to death, commit suicide so that she can be transformed into a soulless siren, who believes she will be accepted as their own. Undead And yet still, strangely alive. She relates to herself to a sea fish, her body filled with only seawater. Water becomes her source of energy but also her calming effect. It soothes her, like it were listening to her as if they were a whole. Despite such transformation, which offers her with superhuman powers, does it really change everything for Ailen?

Ksenia crafts a narrative that also examines the depths of suicide and loneliness. Do you deserve to live when you are unwanted? It’s also an extremely emotional and original journey. With added humour where required.

Think Stephen King and Carrie. I am reminded of the Russian dark fantasy, Day Watch, the action scenes driven with heart racing adrenaline, and blazing sonic blasts. I feel Ailen is the female version of Anton Gorodetsky from the film. Each character is fully fleshed out, with great depth and detail. Each chapter is provided with illustrations crafted by Ksenia’s daughter, Anna Milioutina, who has done a fantastic job of projecting the feel of the narrative. The editing is slick and tighter which keeps Ailen’s story gripping from one moment to the next, commendably by Colleen M. Alberts.

A real gem that not just deserves to be highly praised by the readers, but also deserves to be converted to film. Hopefully, someday, it will. Many books adapted to films have been, in recent times, about vampires, werewolves or witches, but Ksenia introduces a strong sense of freshness to such a story centred around sirens. Beautifully written, this is not to be missed. A must read.

Phenomenal. 5/5

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‘There are only three things I do. I read. I write. And I fart glitter.”

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“Writing books is my motor, and reading is my fuel.”

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Ksenia Anske has been a full-time writer for 2 years now. Her very first fiction, Siren Suicides gained her a huge popularity and a surge of fan followers around the globe. A true inspiration for readers and emerging writers. She has offered free digital version of the books, via Kindle and iBooks.

Her works include, the SIREN SUICIDES trilogy, BLUESPARROW, ROSEHEAD, and work in progress, IRKADURA.

http://www.kseniaanske.com

Four – Under the Open Sky

Thoughts Unspoke

My eyes closed slowly, allowing my soul to slip into the darkness. I welcomed death with open arms. Of all the choices I had made in my life, this was the one not worthy of regret.

The cloak of shadows enveloped me like warm silk. While I knew not where I was, I did know that I had to move forward. I walked. Simple enough it would seem, however, the darkness plays tricks on you. It speaks of your insecurities, and feeds off of your fear. With nowhere to run, and no possible way to escape the torment, you are left helpless. A feeling I did not care for.

My mind was filled with whispers – greedy incessant voices determined to drown me in my own misery. Is this the price I pay? I wondered. I came to the conclusion that Hell can be an extraordinary opponent or your…

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Three – Under the Open Sky

By my dearest, author friend.

Thoughts Unspoke

It nearly took an hour to arrive at the Isle of Key. Johnny was an expert sailor. He was practically raised on a boat. His father and uncle raced boats in college. In true blue-blood fashion, Johnny and his cousins were expected to follow in their winning footsteps. However, most of the ribbons and medals he had won were on the walls of my bedroom, not his. Despite his fathers protest, he gave up competing after his cousin’s near fatal accident last year.

Johnny’s boating skills may have been only to please his father, but today I was thankful for them. The shoals off the coast of the Isle were deadly. That is the reason the lighthouses were built in the first place. He expertly maneuvered his boat through the dangerous shallows as if it were a canoe, instead of a yacht.

We pulled up to a small pathetic-looking…

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Crossing the Infinite Ocean

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Rising like a concerto of leaves
on the breeze of autumn..

Waltzing in to the hues of a triumphant season,
A recital of the bejewelled palette
of a sea of colours throngs to the
trail blazed by the soul’s eternal dance..

Footprints once welcomed
commemorate memories
On sands of time..

Letting go of the notes of youth
knowing they are beautiful,
Set forth a majestic deliverance of your soul
Onto the meadows and shores transcending
the familiar, inevitable
Human reality..

By Anouska Banerjee

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