Novel

Just to continue the novel I've started here's another bit of it. :)

He feels hollow, not empty, but so overwhelmed with thoughts that are running around like mad march hares in his head. "God, I wish I had a cigarrette, even though I don't smoke." He murmurs to himself while pacing down that last hill. At least I am able to climb better these stingy little hills not having smoky lungs... he thinks. He tightens his grip on his rucksack and slows down. It's been a while since he has been there. It has been a long time, or at least it feels like thousand years.
Behind that hill is a lovely little valley, a little stream running through it, more oak trees, ashes and hedges, very lushious indeed in the summer time. He gets off from the road and into a path way right next to the little river. It is awfully muddy, but his walking boots are meant for stomping about and he couldn't care less of it anyway, after all he loves the countryside. "Can't believe how much I've missed this!" He says aloud and has a wide grin on his flustered face.
There, there it is, the house! "Oh no... I can't go...I want to...I have to!" He stops as if he'd been struck by a lightning. He can hear her whistling. " The dogs!" man bursts out loud, smile still twitching his lips, "She still has got the dogs!"

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And this is direct continuation for the previous post "Novel". I shall see, where it leads me, I am writing more when ever I can and feel like the story is speaking to me. :)

Have fun!

Novel

One drop amongst the millions that has fallen down and wasted away the dust that winter has sown, landed to the lanes of this quiet little place. Stranger walking past the church yard looking even stranger on his long, grey over coat, felt hat and a rucksack lazily popping on his right shoulder. There is a church, hidden behind the hedges, small, grey and sturdy looking old building, stones upon one another, laid there many hundred years ago. The man stops, turns to look at it, scratches his head the hat now on his hand, revealing his golden hair, that looks to be curling under this rainy day. He tries the gate towards the church, but does not enter. "Not this time, not now,later" he thinks. He goes down a small hill, leading towards another one in distance. And behind that hill, he thinks...and sets on walking, stubborny, pushing against the now drizlier rain. Oak trees are standing barren, it is late spring, still the first daffodilss are out, brightening the road sides with their yellow blooming.

This is a little bit of the novel, it is only at the very start of it. Just to practise and probs there a few grammar mistakes there as well, but hey, this is the way learning as well. ;-)

To be continued...

Firs time Blogging

Dear readers,

This is my first time ever blogging. I do not know, if and when I can get my writing flowing, but I will spend some time learning how to. :) Right, I have been thinking of posting some of my thoughts about my travels, photography, exploration of life and love and all sorts. So plenty to follow.
Also, I have started to write a little novel, we shall see later on how it turns out, I will post some snippets out in here for you to read and to comment on.

Having a good glass of red wine here, Cahors French wine, I love my old world wines. ;)

So I shall go now and have a look upon this and learn how to do it. I do hope I can entertain you as much as I am amusing myself. :)

See you later,

Cheers!