Collection of short stories inspired by some of my dreams. Well, at least I hope they are just dreams... Κάποιες φορές, προσπαθείς απεγνωσμένα να ξεχωρίσεις τι είναι όνειρο και τι πραγματικότητα. Και κάποιες άλλες φορές, ευχεσαι να μην μάθεις ποτέ.

Set free at riverside near waterloo brigde Aaron starts his mission flying east. kings college london, the courts, and straight through Fleet street. He listens and records and moves on to the next office. He is a fly built to trap the fleet street web. Power games between the civil service the city, the press and governments and institutions all over the world seen and heard by the silver spot at the corner of the ceilling. Will he be able to identify the spider before his life ends?

The novel is a first-person narrative from the perspective of the title character. The novel's setting is somewhere in the north of England, during the reign of George III (1760–1820), and goes through five distinct stages: Jane's childhood at Gateshead Hall, where she is emotionally and physically abused by her aunt and cousins; her education at Lowood School, where she acquires friends and role models but suffers privations and oppression; her time as governess at Thornfield Hall, where she falls in love with her Byronic employer, Edward Rochester; her time with the Rivers family, during which her earnest but cold clergyman cousin, St. John Rivers, proposes to her; and her reunion with, and marriage to, her beloved Rochester. During these sections the novel provides perspectives on a number of important social issues and ideas, many of which are critical of the status quo. Literary critic Jerome Beaty opines that the close first person perspective leaves the reader "too uncritically accepting of her worldview", and often leads reading and conversation about the novel towards supporting Jane, regardless of how irregular her ideas or perspectives are.

Once upon a time, there was an Emperor who was only interested in good clothes. He was so in love with it that he did not care much for anything else. One day a few conmen appeared and told him that they were excellent weavers and that they could make the most beautiful fabric in the world. It didn’t take long to get the Emperor’s attention. They told him they made fabrics of wonderful samples and colors with a specific feature. They were invisible to anyone who was stupid or incapable of doing his job.

Το διαμέρισμα του 5ου, γράφτηκε στα πλαίσια του Project "TO ΔΙΑΜΕΡΙΣΜΑ" PROJECT ΕΛΕΥΘΕΡΗΣ ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑΣ". Ένα διαμέρισμα, μία πολυκατοικία. Ένας κόσμος που κρίνει εύκολα. Αν δεν δεις κάτι με τα μάτια σου, αν δεν γνωρίσεις έναν άνθρωπο, θα αρκεστείς στις φήμες;

Ένα ποίημα σε ελεύθερο στίχο που έγραψα πέρυσι με αφορμή λογοτεχνικό δρώμενο. Κάποιοι προβληματισμοί και έντονες σκέψεις για την πραγματικότητα που βιώνουμε στην Ελλάδα, για την αισιοδοξία που με κρατά δυνατή ψάχνοντας να βρω τους απομείναντες...

A young girl struggling with a mental disorder and an unfair destiny. After witnessing the gruesome and mysterious loss of her parents, found dismembered at their home, Fran rushes into the woods, together with her only friend, Mr. Midnight, a black cat that Fran had previously received as a present from her parents. In the forest, Fran goes into shock over the loss of her parents and when she recovers, she's at Oswald Asylum, an oppressive mental institution for children, and Mr. Midnight is nowhere to be found. After having a dream about her beloved cat, Fran decides to escape from the mental institution to find him and go back home to Aunt Grace, her only living relative.

The world tells us how to act. What to think, how to feel, when to be sorry, how to talk and when to keep things to ourselves. In a box, so to speak. There are many reactions and though I do not condone self-destructive methods, but Reality is Real.

We all shape the world with our choices... Life's path is determined by them... And we all have to accept the consequences of the things we regret. Dwelling on the past can be our downfall and rising anew above the world is the scariest and toughest road we will ever walk...