Studio21

She woke with a scream.
          	Tears burned in her eyes, and her heart was pounding as if it were trying to tear itself out of her chest.
          	
          	She did not yet know who the Teacher from her dream was.
          	She knew only one thing: somewhere, long ago, someone had called her Sylmiriel.
          	
          	And only He had the right to call her that.
          	New chapter now on Wattpad — and Anastazja is beginning to feel, more and more clearly, that she has forgotten someone she was never supposed to forget.

Studio21

She woke with a scream.
          Tears burned in her eyes, and her heart was pounding as if it were trying to tear itself out of her chest.
          
          She did not yet know who the Teacher from her dream was.
          She knew only one thing: somewhere, long ago, someone had called her Sylmiriel.
          
          And only He had the right to call her that.
          New chapter now on Wattpad — and Anastazja is beginning to feel, more and more clearly, that she has forgotten someone she was never supposed to forget.

elvalur

Cześć! 
          Chciałam cię zaprosić do swojej opowieści   
          
          W świecie Astaeli nic nie dzieje się przypadkiem.
          Nawet spotkania pod gwiazdami.
          
          To opowieść o chłopcu, który uciekł z krwią na dłoniach,
          i dziewczynce, która zamiast strachu wyciągnęła do niego rękę.
          
          O obietnicy zakopanej w ziemi.
          O mapie do serca.
          O dwóch duszach, które przestały być samotne pod tym samym niebem.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/407121553-blask-słońca

Studio21

@elvalur Dziękuję za zaproszenie - w wolnej chwili zajrzę ;)
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Studio21

I held her tightly in my arms, yet it still seemed to me that she was slipping straight into an abyss from which I would not be able to pull her out…
          Sometimes… is being there enough to keep someone from falling?
          From the latest chapter.

Studio21

Niektóre historie nie zaczynają się od odpowiedzi.
          Zaczynają się od uczucia, którego nie da się nazwać.
          
          A kiedy już je poczujesz—
          nie wrócisz do tego, kim byłeś wcześniej.
          
          To moja pierwsza powieść.
          
          Jeśli coś w niej Cię zatrzyma…
          daj mi znać.
          
          A jeśli coś Cię zaboli—
          tym bardziej.

Studio21

Some stories don’t begin with answers.
          They begin with a feeling you can’t explain.
          
          And once you notice it—
          you can’t unsee it.
          
          Hi everyone.
          This is my first novel.
          
          I’d love to hear what you feel while reading it—
          and what stays with you after.