​«Voi suonate questo prezioso strumento, Maestro, ma ascoltate mai i suoi silenzi?» ​Saul è il genio del violino che il mondo acclama e che la tristezza sta consumando. Alto, distaccato e prigioniero di un passato che gli ha tolto la voce, vive ogni concerto come una condanna, finché una nuova allieva non varca la soglia della sua aula. ​Ginevra è un prodigio di Cremona con il dono della liuteria nelle mani e il fuoco della musica nel sangue. Ma dietro il suo talento cristallino si nasconde una cacciatrice: è arrivata a Utrecht con un segreto inconfessabile, pronta a muoversi nell'ombra e a sfidare le leggi del Conservatorio pur di riprendersi ciò che le è stato rubato. ​Lui è il Maestro, lei l'allieva che sa leggere le crepe della sua anima. Il loro rapporto, nato tra spartiti e silenzi carichi di tensione, scivola presto in una passione viscerale e proibita. È un desiderio che brucia tra le nebbie dei canali e le stanze chiuse del Conservatorio, una collisione tra due anime rotte che si riconoscono attraverso la musica.

"I don't know who you think you are coming here, and acting like you don't care about anything. Now listen here Princess, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Here's a couple of rules that I'd like to enlighten upon you. Number one, you do not talk back to me. And two, you don't mess with me or the rules," his breath fans my face and I close my eyes. The proximity between us was terrifying. "I've dealt with many bitches like you, so I suggest that you follow those rules unless you want to end up like them," - he leans in. His mouth lingers near my ear, "used." ... "... You might think that you run this place, but you do not run me. Understand? And the sooner you understand that, the better it'll be for the both of us," I warn staring right into his eyes before walking away. I was more than amused by his dumbfounded expression. I stop, and turn back around, facing him, "And one piece of advice, know what you're fishing for before you start fishing. What if you find a shark and it reels you in, instead?" ⇒Highest rank: 1 in Chicklit on 01.08.16

This is where I go when I have ideas doe a short story lol

In a small corner of Suhum, where dusty roads raised more children than schools did, a group of kids grew up believing that life was simple. No one told them they were poor. They only knew they were alive. Kofi and his friends live through laughter, trouble, hunger, friendship, and dangerous curiosity that always leads them into unexpected moments. From stolen mangoes to broken school windows, from street games to painful lessons-they discover that childhood is not just about playing... it is about surviving, learning, and growing in a world that doesn't always play fair. This is not just a story. It is a memory we all lived... in different ways. mm Welcome to The Street We Grew Up On.

If I had the chance to go back to childhood, I would love the freedom from stress... but hate the lack of freedom to be heard. This is a nostalgic, emotional journey through the beauty and frustration of growing up.