Take a jump in time — Rewind 2014 UPDATED

Hello dear friends, what I’m about to present to you is a reflection into some of events that took place as 2014 comes to an end. The idea, which originally stemmed from my dearest friend and Twitter sensation Ksenia Anske. So here is goes, this is my first time at this…

STUFF THAT HAPPENED IN 2014

— Officially completed training as volunteer for Cancer Awareness. Took part in sessions & group meetings. Include receiving 3 Hepatitis B vaccines to reach full immunisation.

— Storehouse invited me to β-test their app updates. Mark Kawano CEO/Co-founder, who previously worked for Apple. The app won Best Design Award 2014. Also friended many of the Storehouse community.

— Released two short fictions, RYG —an experimental jigsaw narrative, which went unnoticed. And WHEN THE BLIND MAN SPOKE — dark horror, with extended version. A clever literacy device of introducing two characters a journalist and a blind person. It’s based on their startling conversation. Which received great praise & rave tweet reviews by many, including award winning authors. It also crossed 500 views in about 5 days.

— Volunteered as a participant in a Doctorate Project based on the study of Dyslexia and writing.

— My unexpected shorter fiction THE BEER BOTTLE was a surprise success. Highly praised for its darkly unsettling atmosphere and execution.

— The team of Haunting Melissa and maker Neal Edelstein followed me on Twitter. HAUNTING MELISSA & its sequel DARK HEARTS reinvent digital storytelling on the iPad. An experimental horror that truly delivers.

— Joined the #MIX on PAPER by FiftyThree. Hopefully this will help me improve my painting skills on the digital canvas. Attempting to work with PROCREATE also.

— During the period of Ramadan, in the middle, I went from 30 readers to currently 4000+ readers on ReadWave. Along with this I had received requests to perform as editor for the themes on 5/6 occasions. But due to unstable series of events, it was not possible.

— After emailing traditional and digital publishers, and receiving no feedback to feature WHEN THE BLIND MAN SPOKE. I choose not to ask to be featured after that for any of my future works.

— For the first I became an active blogger for Storehouse, ReadWave, Medium & WordPress. Featuring artcovers by emerging artists. Sharing informative thoughts. Connecting with the globe emotionally, as a writer. Allowing the inner voice to echo.

— I communicated with many artists, be it authors, painters and photographers. And also promoted emerging artists around the globe. Via Facebook, Twitter, Google+, YouTube and email.

— My blog post based on the passing of comic actor Robin William, GENIUS AND HUMAN — allowed me to express openly. A post close to my heart.

— Actor John Noble (Walter Bishop of FRINGE, SLEEPY HOLLOW), favourited my tweet. Did not receive a tweet response from Stephen King, yet. Lol.

— Emerging author, dearest friend Ksenia Anske introduced & invited me to a new social network, ELLO.

— Reading SIREN SUICIDES by Ksenia Anske, allowed me to explode my thoughts onto digital paper. Establishing myself a far more serious writer, and possibly, a controversial one. WINGS OF METAPHORS was that explosion on canvas stimulated by Ksenia’s books.

— Tom Hanks typewriter app, Hanx Writer, greatly allows me to write. A digital typewriter that works!

— A new YouTube sensation to be —Rickshawali, mentioned me in her 2 videos, the last ending with Rickshaw Reverse 2014.

— A special mention of Muniba Mazari is a paraplegic artist and a writer, who spoke at TEDxIslamabad—Turning adversity into opportunity. Listening and learning so much from her speech, gave me incredible inspiration. She continues to spread her glow. I connected with her through Twitter. Shared my great praise respect for her. Physically challenged but differently abled.

— For the first time in my life, I took to reading, and what better material than that by dearest Ksenia Anske —the Twitter sensation. I completed reading of SIREN SUICIDES BK 1-3, ROSEHEAD and in progress IRKADURA. Minus the last one, that’s 4 books in the last 4 months of 2014! And wrote reviews.

— The real misfit in the crowd of the conformists. I came to realise who really cared and who didn’t. Those that believed in me, my true friends. And to those that left me to find a popular crowd to make their existence felt “significant”, I’m not interested in talking to you. Treat someone for who they are.

— I’ve become far more daring, as a person and writer. Never a conformist.

STUFF THAT IS SET WILL HAPPEN IN 2015 — add Inshallah

— Future blog posts will continue to gather momentum.

— 3 interviews are in progress, where I interview artists such as Mumbai’s globetrotter Rickshawali of YouTube, Pakistan’s emerging artist in photography Zoya Tariq, & photographic and cinemagraphic works by Lebanese artist Lara Zankoul.

— The second season in THE SOLAR-POWERED ENTITY releases early 2015, Jan-April as 16 instalments.

— COCCON a short fiction across between 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY & GRAVITY set to release in August. It’s a space narrative that looks at human interaction, music & film culture, and the digital age of social media through conversations with an alien life form in space. References include soundtracks from Coldplay’s GHOST STORIES. The only two short fiction to release this year. It has already been read and greatly praised for its narrative.

— BEAM DEER, the narrative that features a little boy lost in the woods, meets a beaming-eyes deer, & the highly controversial, ZOYA, which is a small event indirectly mentioned in THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF MAYA SAMPATH, could possibly release in 2016. Re-edits of ZOYA is almost complete.

— RADIO MANDELA could be cancelled, as it has not taken any shape in my mind. There is a narrative based around a shapeshifter stirring in my thoughts.

— Reading of IRKADURA by Ksenia shall be completed, along with a review. This will give me more time to read more books. Add more creative juice. Learn and inspire. A lot!

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So, that’s all folks! Thank you to everyone for being a part of my life, in the real and the virtual world. For your tremendous support and dear friendship. Keep going strong. Paint the blank canvas of 2015, to whatever you want it to be. Spread your glow.

Wish you all a very blessed, Happy New Year!

Rosehead; by Ksenia Anske – Book REVIEW

Ksenia Anske — Twitter sensation, emerging author of this generation — I officially confirm, the female Stephen King of modern literature. Well, that’s what I come to identity, or am constantly reminded as I have read through her 1st book, SIREN SUICIDES, a narrative published as a trilogy, and now, here is my review of her 2nd book, ROSEHEAD. The fourth book I’ve read in 2014.

Unlike SIREN SUICIDES, this narrative takes a lighthearted approach, with traces of darker undertones. A story of a overmedicated, misunderstood but courageous 13-yr-old Lillth Bloom, who has traveled to Berlin, with her parents. She dresses meticulously, different coloured berets knitted by her mother, and wears each one depending on her mood. Sometimes she sports a Tutu because she loves her ballet lessons back home. When she can, she likes to escape into books, especially the Sherlock Holmes kind. She carries Arthur Canon Doyle’s The Hound of the Baskervilles, the corner of which is never leafed beyond page thirteen. Sounds superstitious doesn’t it?

Accompanied by her Father Daniel Bloom, an avid whippet breeder and dog race enthusiast. Mother Gabby, the stern and controlling yet irritably caring mother, who is constantly nagging Lillth to take her pills, to remain “sane”. And her pet friend and partner in crime Panther Bloom Junior — a talking whippet gifted to her, to whom she has become inseparable. Together they have travelled to meet the enigmatic Alfred Bloom, Lilith’s paternal grandfather, a famous rose gardener, and heir of Bloom and Co.

Lillth & family have been invited for a major and surprising announcement that she will inherit the Bloom property. A moving mansion, yes, it changes shape to resemble that of a rose at night, and shuffles throughout the day, felt with jerky motions at times. You, the reader, comes to learn the secrets of the mansion’s three floors, white floor, the Red Gallery (reminded of coagulated blood) & black floor (Alfred Bloom’s study room). Including a mysteriously carnivorous rose garden. That simply put, it eats people. Consumed literally. Ferociously hungry.

Lillth is introduced to many of her distant German-speaking relations and guests — grand family reunion — and later befriends the mute boy next door, Ed. Who, since the passing of his father, has not spoken a single word. It is here that Lillth’s suspicions about Alfred, “opa” as she calls him dearly, who, through the course of the book, comes to learn to be a true rosarian with exceptional skill, and somewhat, sinisterly cold, calculating but yet composed.

Once she learns of the revelations behind the Bloom mansion and the rose garden, she discovers “Rosehead”. A pregnant “plant-freak” as Panthers put it. Armed with mute Ed, his expressions and sketches, “Mr Watson” as she addresses — her talking and cheeky whippet — Panther, Lillth carries out a dangerous investigation like she were the female “Mr Holmes”. In order to unravel the secrets into the Bloom heir legacy, the constellation of intimidating talking heads that project out from the walls of her room at night. How the origins of the rose garden and especially Rosehead came to existence. Before her existence, including her family and relatives are completely devoured. The question is, can Lillth Bloom stop the frightening menace of a giant mutant bush, Rosehead?

There is a lot to look forward to in this adventure, I am constantly reminded of Hayao Miyazaki’s animated fairytale SPIRITED AWAY cross with the ever classics, THE SECRET GARDEN and ALICE IN THE WONDERLAND. But this is an original narrative that truly surprises with what it has to offer, the readers, an ethereal experience.

I trace back to Ksenia Anske’s very first book-trilogy, SIREN SUICIDES, which I consider a modern masterpiece, and one that is personally close to my heart. And reflect back at her second, ROSEHEAD, I was not disappointed at all. I thoroughly loved reading this book. Unlike her first, the readers are introduced to many characters and entities. This is a lighthearted-can-be-darker narrative. With a great sense of humour delivered by the scene-stealing, Panther Bloom Junior. He keeps you entertained throughout the narrative. Like SIREN SUICIDES, there is hints of personal undertones of emotions. Relatable, fascinating and phenomenal characters, brought to existence by Ksenia’s powerful strengths as a writer, and her genius imagination.

She truly deserves to be fully realised for her ability to craft such imaginative worlds and characters. The real gift of a writer, true inspiration for enthusiastic readers & aspiring authors. You will love the characters, especially the courageously brave, Lillth Bloom — the German version of the sullen SPIRITED AWAY’S Chihiro Ogino. My instant favourite alongside the SIREN SUICIDES series. I can easily confirm and deeply believe that Ksenia Anske, is the female Stephen King in modern literature.

5/5 — Marvellous.
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Who is Ksenia Anske?

Ksenia Anske has been a full-time writer for a few 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, iBooks & many other publishers.

Her works include, the SIREN SUICIDES trilogy, ROSEHEAD, the recently released, IRKADURA, & CORNERS aimed for a 2015 release.

http://www.kseniaanske.com

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The cover image has been taken from the following link below. By talented artist Amy Spanos. One of Ksenia’s selections that represent Rosehead.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspanos365/

Ugly Emotions

Anouska's Blog

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Out of the seeming permanence of emotions,
Breaks forth a silent threshold of
muted screams forgotten in vain..
Strewn all too loosely in the end,
Amidst a lifetime constellated
around the idea of
reciprocation of sentiments,
How can we fathom the depths of despair
we entangle ourselves in?
The consequences they render
while few hearts and minds still hinder in nescience?

By Anouska Banerjee

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Christmas Miracle

Clarabelle

What are your three Christmas Miracle wishes? This Christmas Hymn is versed especially for you.

Christmas Miracle

I feel a Christmas Miracle,
in the air,
I feel its magic,
so special and rare.
I feel in my heart,
it’s on its way.
I feel this miracle,
is here to stay.

There’s a miracle in you,
and everyone.
Christmas spirit is alive
and filled with fun.
Cradle in your arms,
love from within.
Your inner spark creates,
This Christmas Hymn.

Pray in the snow,
Frosty feet on the ground.
Know that your miracle,
Plays softly around.
Christmas is joyous,
The Angels are here,
To grant your 3 wishes,
And bring you happiness all year.

By Clarabelle

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A troubled existence — Thoughts of an emerging writer

Since graduating in 2011, the way I began to analyze the world had changed, it’s transformed. You look at the world with open eyes, only, the canvas is wider. A different world. One you are unknown of it’s true existence. There was a strong sense of realization. And that moment, I realized the collective thoughts — self-generated predictions and assumptions — of life had been a polar opposite.

The feeling is not based on expectations but rather, the question, how does your existence — within this complicated constellation of constant traffic of souls — fit in. You are a drop of atom within an ocean of intricate beings. But you’ve already seem to digest and understand so much more. This is the true power of the mind, a keen explorer and observer. It’s learning and unlocking itself as we wave through our journey. Your mind a shuffling Rubik’s Cube, puzzle-solving symptoms of a curiously expandable mind.

I consider my present times to be my most important years, as a person, constantly evolving. As an emerging writer, constantly consumed by a series of anxieties and uncertainties. Emotional chaos. I do not speak of risks, because taking them, never intimidates me. Because it comes to me by natural instinct. Within this elaborate equation, the addition of faith and hope keeps me afloat. Both of which have always remained consistent. Neither of which are ever meant to reach equilibrium. It’s a metaphor not a chemical reaction.

But I find myself involuntarily invited to occasional outbursts of invisible anger, disguised in a thick mask of frustration. A catalyst, born out of expectation(s). Words of appreciation.

In the competitive world of literature, your existence as a writer — emerging kind, finding your feet — seems to fade, behind a curtain of the distinguished, the established writers. This is NOT an expression of jealously, for one had achieved and succeeded. One has made their mark. But I speak of echoes that find no voice, their consolidations buried under the weight of recognition, constant hope to be fully realized. This is our ever developing, prolonged struggle to receive recognition. To leave an imprint with our body of work. To expect, is to face a sinister wave of disappointments.

I was introduced to the world of literature back in late 2012, and yet, here I am, searching for a voice. To be discovered. In part, we are finding a social, statues label that highlights the importance of our existence. Possibly. And I wander, is it truly worth it, even if we succeed?

Through our writing, our voice is originated from a whisper of anxious echoes. Travelling through letters to form words, converted from emotions and then translated to expressions. The beautiful text of profound poetry. You paint the minds blank canvas.

It never struck me this deep, until I recently learnt of the tragic passing of Marina Keegan, Yale 2012 graduate — a prodigious talent. Her book, The Opposite of Loneliness — a posthumous collection of essays released this year. I struggled to leaf through the first few pages, because such particles of loneliness lingered in your mind. I speak of her because I’ve made an instant connection. Only a writer could identify and relate to.

The life of a writer is a complicated mix of potent strength of expressions and words. Deeper within the spine of this mixture there is loneliness. Always consistent. It’s an emotional state of personal importance. A troubled existence.What will come of the gifted, and those stemming out, emerging, I ask?

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This series of thoughts had originated in the light of Marina Keegan, who I came to be greatly inspired by. Phenomenal human being and talent.

http://theoppositeofloneliness.com/about-marina/

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Am humbled by the kind response of a dear friend and emerging talent in photograpgy, Chih-Chieh Wang who accepted to feature his work, the art cover. In great support of him, always.

You can follow his darkly potent work on the link below;
https://www.flickr.com/photos/59106375@N06/

Here comes Sam!

The sequel to the highly creative sci-fi, surrealistic fantasy, TSpE.

The new concept now follows Sam since its holographic distraction followed by a t-jump escape in the first. Evidently, the references to cinema and music culture is back with Sam too. With many more upgrades, and even discovers housed in triplicate fuel cells.

And it’s not alone this time too. Sam is about to meet the real world in a globetrotting, path-breaking journey that reaches new heights of innovation and adventure.

Very much like the first, it’s a creative sci-fi, surrealistic fantasy. It takes the series into a new direction. This time, the installments have been developed into a flash-fiction structure, a length far larger than that of the first, 200 words. The new concept is dubbed, TSpE2.

The entire series was developed in approximately 5 months (Feb to July 2013). The sequel can be considered a season 2 kind of structure.

The series is an online release,
Friday posts from Jan-April 2015.

I Told Him So

By a dear friend. Wonderful. : )

Clarabelle

Romance is in the air, spreading the love through a poetic verse or two……enjoy.

I Told Him So

I told him so
I love him dearly
I feel his heart
I see it clearly
Many footsteps,
May seem afar
Our love grows
Beyond the star
Dust will settle
On magical ground
The bell rings
I hear his sound
A smile for you
A tear for me
I told him so
I love him dearly

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Reclaiming Forgotten Realms

Beautifully expressed dear friend, : )

Anouska's Blog

Wild Mustangs

Out of the purgatory of monotony,
capitulates a relentless despair
shattering human illusions.

I chose to replenish
the teardrops from my eyes,
letting life flow at ease
shedding doubts, leaning on detachment.

Letting life wash all over me,
now leading a tranquil trail
through worlds,
hydrating my soul as
innocence is lost in a land of
gods and devils yet
healed perceiving only
love that transcends.

By Anouska Banerjee

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