This is strictly a fan fiction. Some is based in truth but majority is fictional. This is based on the band Poets of the Fall and the fictional story of Marko (the lead singer) and a fictional girl based loosely on myself. This is just for entertainment purposes only and nothing more. Enjoy!

''Come feed the rain 'Cause I'm thirsty for your love Dancing underneath the skies of lust [...] Ooh, when the world is burning Don't walk away, don't walk away Ooh, when the heart is yearning'' Za pomocą muzyki jesteśmy w stanie wyrazić wiele naszych emocji, które bez niej bywają niekiedy ciężkie do okiełznania, przygniatając nas z całej siły do ziemi, bądź też prosząc się o wybuch podobny do makabrycznego dzieła Wezuwiusza sprzed dawnych lat. Nie mamy wpływu na falę, która podskakuje na wietrze, by w kolejnej chwili opaść z powrotem w morze. Za to jednego możemy być pewni. W którymś momencie w naszym życiu pojawia się szczególna osoba. I to właśnie przy niej wszystkie teksty o miłości zaczynają mieć głębszy sens. I już na zawsze, choćby nawet nigdy do nas nie wróciła, muzyka jej duszy wryje się w nasze serce, obezwładniając na krótkie chwile. Czasem budząc łzawy zachwyt, innym razem tony bólu, spływające nam z trudem po klatce piersiowej. Ale wiesz co? Prawdziwa miłość zawsze odnajdzie do ciebie drogę, choćby ta miała mnóstwo kolców i pułapek i przetrwa wszystko. I właśnie tak ja zakochałem się w tobie, a wszystko zaczęło się pewnego deszczowego ranka.

Fantasy and cyberpunk story. Sequel of the Under the upside down sky. But it can be read as an independent story. Many years had passed since the first part. This is supposed to be the third part. There is no second one yet, may be one fine day I'll write it. Sybil, a very dexterous thief, tries to survive on the planet which had been taken by Invaders, who killed all the adults

A girl wants to try controlled dreams. How will this end?

''Come feed the rain 'Cause I'm thirsty for your love Dancing underneath the skies of lust [...] Ooh, when the world is burning Don't walk away, don't walk away Ooh, when the heart is yearning'' When it comes to music, we are able to express a lot of emotions, which without it can become hard to tame, pressing us to the ground with all their might. It will also angle for the outburst, close enough to the one with the Vesuvius of those very old times. We have no real impact on how the wave bounces up and down by the wind, to finally hit the surface and drown into the sea once more. But one thing we can be totally sure of. When you least expect it, you bump into someone so special, that every love song makes us into thinking about them and the lyrics start to make sense, just out of the blue. And even if the chances to be with them would escape from us far away, melody of their soul will stay imprinted in our hearts and stay with us forever, paralyzing for some short periods of time. Sometimes making us feel tearily delighted, the other times coming in with tones of pain, in order to hardly leak from our chests. But you know what? True love is always able to find you - even if that way would be full of spikes and traps laying all around - and will survive everything. And this is how I fell head over ears in you, with everything starting totally unexpected some rainy, gloomy morning.

A collection of romance stories inspired by the music of Poets of the Fall. New stories will be added occasionally ~~New and improved cover by @StarryKnightDreams~~

Français / English Six hommes, un groupe, trois histoires : Poets Of The Fall I - Après dix ans, rien n'avait changé entre eux. Leurs sentiments, toujours intacts, ne pouvaient pas de nouveau les faire souffrir. Sauraient-ils enfin se regarder, se parler, comme des années plus tôt ? Sauraient-ils enfin vivre cet amour ? II - Qui étaient-ils vraiment l'un pour l'autre ? De simples amis, avides d'expérimenter ? Ou est-ce que leur relation n'avait pas une vocation plus profonde, à l'instar de leurs plus proches amis ? III - Entre la jalousie et le doute, comment trouver un équilibre, et voir enfin ce que leurs yeux ont toujours refusé de voir ? Peut-on aimer dès le premier regard sans le savoir ? Peut-on et doit-on apprendre à aimer ? _______________________________________ Six men, a band, three stories : Poets Of The Fall I - After ten years, nothing had changed between them. Their feelings, still intact, couldn't hurt them anymore. Would they finally be able to look at each other, talk to each other, as years ago ? Will they finally be able to live this love ? II - Who were they really for each other ? Simple friends, eager to experiment ? Or didn't their relationship have a deeper meaning, like their closest friends? III - Between jealousy and doubt, how to find a balance, and finally see what their eyes have always refused to see ? Can we love from the first look without knowing it ? Can we and should we learn to love ?