Scribbles
Since a very young age, I've been a huge fan of writing, of books, of imagining beautiful metaphors and describing the indescribable.
I remember the day I learned what adjectives were and since then I have never parted with them.
And then they ask why...
My longest, my biggest and still on going piece is titled " And then they ask why", it was born on one grey day in December 2019 I believe and it lives to this day at 20 pages long.
This piece is about a young woman, who has a very different take of the world, she's very pessimistic and even though her thoughts are poetic and deep she hardly ever speaks with others. Since it is still under constant birth, the story hasn't evolved much further then the establishing of her reality, a few of her acquaintance and even a possible love interest.
I do, however, feel the story changing and morphing under my fingers, into something much more darker then pure pessimistic realism of existentialism, I guess we'll see. Here are some of my favorite "citations" from my book so far.
"They turned their faces away, hiding behind umbrellas and books, anything they had in their hands just to avoid a conversation with it. It looked lonely, quietly leaking out its pain onto the already grey roads."
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 2
"Let’s go get coffee, his eyes sparkle with a familiar glint. He likes the lost girl; she doesn’t speak. "
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 2
"His hand now on her back, he’s softly drawing her future with his fingertips"
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 7
"She sits on his desk her perfume wrapping around his neck. She’s chewing gum. She sits a bit too the side, she knows her angles best. Hair brushed; makeup freshly reapplied. The perfect illusion is set."
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 2
"Outside now. The air hates her, it bites her skin. He bites her to, her neck, her lips, her scars."
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 3
" Disgusted at herself for believing in love she gets on her knees.
The mirrors hide themselves with steam, they don’t want to see the girl he’d found. A single sink drips out its hate of life, a sink will stay a sink. Half used soap, waiting for its slow washed death."
- ATTAW- Melaniya Evdokimova, page 7
and many many more...
More texts are on display on my tiktok page, linked below :)