It is a misconception that writers are Gods among the worlds, the stories they create. We are thought to be the one and only beings capable of creating and destroying, shaping and transforming everything in our works. Sadly, it might not be my case. I am no God, no creator.

I am merely an explorer. A wanderer, a stranger with a world, a fully-formed world resting safely inside my mind, waiting for someone (who is, of course, me) to discover it and make it into words.

As I write, it is not that I create everything out of a simple synapsis, but I uncover it, and this is my way to tell you the wonders that are stuck inside my head.



On a less serious tone:

Hey! I'm just here to publish some of my never-finished stories. I'm not that determined so I tend to leave long stories unfinished, but I'll do my best! I like short poems, fantasy, sometimes awkward love, blood and violence and, above all, a nice story.

Feel free to criticize my work as you please!