A standing example of a life turned into knots while moving in several severe bumpy roads.

Honestly, I'm just a four-eyed (including my vision-clearing frame) Earth organism that slaves hard for its carbohydrates and proteins inside a multicolored (blue, white, and orange precisely) big box. 

Away from the box, I like to dwell  in a crumpled kist with two of my fellow organisms. We are one of those species who prefer more of proteins than anything and can scrape every bit of it, while green shoots just scare us off.

Sometimes I'm quick as a snail and at times slow as a cheetah. Well you guessed it right. My cerebral activity chamber is a bit differently wired. 

Anyways moving on, when not slaving, scraping proteins, or slumbering, I tend to sprint around white pages with black markings. Actually some of my elder organisms introduced me to these to teach me to be glued to a place for some time. Well, you see by nature I was one of those trouble makers, because of whom their tentacles will always tend to stand straight in an alarming way. There were times when they even had the tendency to pluck the tentacles away. Well that day never came as the black markings came to the rescue. 

Anyways that was the start, but today it's therapeutic as I crawl to these white pages to calm the drumbeats in my cerebral chamber, caused by the day-to-day activities. So here I am using my WWW knowledge and trying to figure out interesting black and white pages to fill up my thirst for more.

I adore - @Aspiredtocreate (my bubbly soulsista).

Also, I do try my hands in Cover making. 

http://eurob.imgur.com/

Recently I came across three gems in the short story world of Wattpad. Well please check the works of @Gemmallama, @barbiel, and @xxButterflyKissesxx