So this is not a work of fiction. It's the true life story of a person I met and the experience I had with her. I'm sharing this so that you can keep this lady in your prayers, as she is struggling. She is a beautiful, amazing soul. But she needs the protection of whatever divinity is out there.

When a sea of concrete is all you see

Retail is hell, but hell might have been preferable.

A baseball bat to the head kills, and Arthur Clark is no exception. A former wage slave, he finds in his death that the dragon goddess and her children want him to keep working - to bring economic prosperity to a ruined city. Now he has gangsters, wannabe superheroes, and starving survivors as his customers, and an inventory to scavenge from the roaming mutated wildlife.

If only this was as easy as it’d been in his books.

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Preface.

The book that is in your hands right now is a piece of my heart and a secret corner of my bright soul. You will witness the thoughts of my heroine, her feelings and a variety of experiences. Perhaps my thoughts will be somewhere, but you will never talk about it  you won't know.  This is my first work and I would like my reader to take it as seriously as it is possible for him.  The reason for writing this book lies in love for my boyfriend, without whom there would be nothing warm and bright in my gray and boring world. Thank you for inspiring me to breathe in a new way. I would like to dedicate this book to you, Alexey.

Where shall I start? High school?

Just like in those old, classical movies - those Bygone Years? Wouldn't that be too boring and lengthy?

A person's growth always plants the seed for its future life. Lets not try to skip anything, and tell the full story honestly.

If the storyteller is intereseting enough, I suupose there would at least be some laughs if not rounds of applause? Would anyone still complain for the lengthy story?

Includes many imagery of my hometown and country.

Men are 3D creatures. Men grows and matures. With many elements in life.

A summary of the story: an adult novel, tangled couples, fate and families, served with some elements of fantasy and sci-fi.

The author likes listening to songs, so all the stories include MVs.

(Please enjoy while reading the stories!)

Thanks to those who shared the MV and illustrations.

I am here to thank you all for your MV and pictures.

The city is beautiful and glittering under the shine of the sun. But everyone knows of the people living underneath the city, in their subterranean world. The girl from the comfort and luxury of the world above ground doesn’t know much about the world underneath. But she is falling. She’s falling. And she does not know what awaits her.

The city leaves me scraped raw.

Dim the house lights (if there are any), set the stage. It’s Friday night, 8pm. You just got out of work and your friends are texting you to make sure you’ll be there this time. You will. You’re in a cab on the highway, looking out at the beauty of a city you live. The night sky is almost here and the lights look so good from where you’re sitting. And it feels so good to be where you’re sitting. You know something the rest of the world doesn’t at this very moment. Cherish it.

A collection of stories speaking to the experience that is the Montreal underground music scene. A highly romanticized account of the remainder of the ethos that is 1970s sex, drugs and rock’ n’roll.

Mistress Quicksilver, a refined antique dealer, is about to put up for sale a most unusual collection. In addition, One of the items seems to attract many diverse and nasty individuals. The young woman has to protect her merchandise, while managing the marital problems of one of her friends and the blunders of her teenage son. Fortunately, Quicksilver has more than one trick up her sleeve...

The city is filled with everything anyone could ever ask for. With entertainment and fun and beauty and intrigue. So why do I feel so dissatisfied? So why do I feel so empty?

The Wall around the city is high. It’s thick. No-one has ever seen over it. Everyone fears it.

But when I’m kissing Marcus and Elliot on the hard concrete of the school roof, I can’t help but wonder.

What else is there, that the city makes sure to keep us away from?

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I had a nightmare. It was one of the most terrifying dreams I've ever had. I wrote it down almost as soon as I woke up. I can't describe it in detail here because of spoilers. But it features monsters and analogies and a city.———

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Harmony Ametsenya is too young to face the cruelties of the city. At ten years old, she shouldn’t be hungry, she shouldn’t be cold, she shouldn’t be worried about where her next meal is coming from. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is.

Fourteen-year-old Msitu Ametsenya shouldn’t be either. But it doesn’t change the fact that she will keep Harmony safe at all costs. At all costs. No matter what.

Their lives are full of fear and pain work. Because in this city, nobody cares about two impoverished orphan children trying to stay alive. Nobody cares about the impoverished at all. The city is grey, made of metal and glass and concrete. The water is grey, full of pollution. The sky is grey, full of smog.

As Christmas comes around the corner, the first Christmas since their parents died, how will Msitu make it a time of joy and hope? Because after all, in a world run by greed and apathy, hope is everything.

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