Surreal Reality We Live In

What would happen if gravity just stopped working all of a sudden?
Guess we’d go and visit the Evil Demon.
And Shorty would fly.
How are you feeling, Shorty?
I feel wonderful. I feel like a lollipop because I have my head on a stick. I feel like Goku with all this energy I’m throwing around. I feel I’m crucial for this team. I feel like a million dollar bill in this team. Also, I feel like a bird on a house roof. Watching. Observing. I see people. I see their sadness. They seem happy, but I see right through them. They’re sad and miserable. They just seem happy. Happiness is relative. Happiness is temporary. One day, you’re happy with a family and a job, and the next all you have is debts and discussions with strangers about Stalin, with a dash of old memories back from when you were young and writing love letters. I wish we still did that, but no one writes letters anymore. Everyone talks over phones and they always have one in their hands. Even when they’re with other people. Buses are full of people who have known each other their whole lives, but they have nothing to talk about and only stare at their phones. Buses are also full of homeless people. I respect homeless people. They don’t stare at their phones all the time. And they really know how to appreciate happiness when they feel it.

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We are doing different cultural movements regarding Serbian Language and Literature at school at the moment, and we finally came across surrealism which I find very interesting and fascinating. One of our assignments was to make our very own surreal story and this is what me and a couple of my friends came up with. Teacher was impressed, I hope you, the person reading this, are too.

I Write Fanfiction?!

I know not many people read my blog, but I bet those who do already know that TV shows are a big part of my life. The list of the ones I’m currently watching is literally endless, and there is twice as more of those that ended that I was a fan of.

Another thing that I like to consider myself a lover for – is books and writing. A few years back a person really important to me told me I was gifted with a talent for writing, and I’ve been trying to take advantage of it ever since. I still have doubts about that whole thing, but some of my friends insist that I’m a writer amateur and I should try and pursue my talent.

Last year, I tried and made a connection with those two things I’m so passionate about. So, I combined my love for Teen Wolf and writing, and I started writing a Dylan O’Brien fanfic.

seriously though, who wouldn’t wanna read about this adorable little fella ??

To be honest, it didn’t go well at first. I had this vision in my head, this whole lot of information and ideas that I wanted to use, but couldn’t find a way to put it into words. Then, when I found my style of writing and courage to publish it somewhere, it didn’t attract a lot of people. The doubt came over me again and I felt like my work wasn’t good enough. I stopped.

It felt wrong to just give up on something you cared so much about and made such effort to make into a real thing, but I also didn’t see why would I keep trying if no one was there to appreciate it.

Here I am now, a year later, a year older and with a lot more experience and knowledge. I learnt that nothing could become successful over night, and it takes a lot of time and stairs to climb before you succeed. You see, me and my friend have been fans of a particular story from the start, when it had only a couple of people reading it and waiting for new chapters to be published. And for that story, it took months to become something that intrigues a lot of people, even if it was as beautifully written from the start.

Now I realise that my friend is that one fan I needed to see support from so that I could go on writing. She kept telling me how talented I was and how far can I go which made me think like that as well. If I want to be known I cannot just give up. I need to keep on keeping on. I need to continue fighting for what I believe and I need to keep writing the story in order for it to become something people would wanna read.

That’s why I decided to start publishing my story again, and I cannot stop until I’m satisfied with what I’ve done.

If you love Dylan O’Brien at least half as much as I do, and you like reading but don’t know what to read at the moment, please check out my work and stay by my side if you like it. It would be very much appreciated if you did.

Never forget – A Dylan O’Brien fanfic written by Wattpad user itsannathough. 

Annabel has never had real family. She lives with her mother who’s working a lot and has never been there for her daughter when she needed her. All they ever had are three-week-vacations every summer in a small village somewhere in the States. What Annabel doesn’t know is that this summer has prepared something special for her. But does it have something to fill the emptiness in her heart made by family she’s never had? Will a dark haired boy with hands in his pockets be enough for Annabel?

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If you start reading my story, please take a moment to vote for it, or leave a comment with your opinion. That would make me really happy.

Song for this post is It’s All Good by Ne-yo and Cher Lloyd. Enjoy.

until next time; try something new. laugh more. enjoy life.

anna♡