Hi Every-one-who-reads this,
I have decided to make a new YouTube Channel. It will be just me playing some new indie games, trying to be funny and stuff. So if that is something you would like to see, visit: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCletYyhxzQCZxf2XmF2EGGA?view_as=subscriber
Don’t forget to subscribe and like!
And, as always, happy watching!
Sincerely,
Marija M.
Hi Everyone-who-watches-this,
As some of you know, recently I made a new YT Channel. Here is the second video in Nairi Let’s play. Hope you like it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcU1xPTEjDI
Also, check out the channel trailer.
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And, as always, happy watching!
Sincerely,
Marija M.
Photo by Aron Visuals. From Unsplash.
Hi Every-one-who-reads-this,
Here is a link to my new story, published in White City Wordsmiths fourth anthology book.
Hope you are all well!
Don’t forget to like, comment and share.
And, as always, happy reading!
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine
Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,
From the beginning of March up until the end of May, every Sunday, I had a pleasure to enjoy the company of a talented and friendly group of people. Together, we worked on our writing skills, bettering our perception of our own unique styles, helping others in the group to make progress in their writing, and, perfecting our poetry and/or prose.
Last Friday, thirteen of us from the WCW group, with our wonderful leader and our brave shadow ruler, had an amazing time presenting the fourth anthology, and, of course, reading some of our works. Yes, on Friday the 13th. And it was awesome!
Me. Like the tower of Pisa. Why? I have no idea.
Check me out on this LINK.
Here is, more or less, what I said in the video above:
“Alright, I’m nervous. [had to say it, it was kind of obvious though, since I missed the correct spot that we should stand on and speak] Now that I got that out, my name is Marija. And I love food. What I also love is writing. So, I decided to go on an adventure called White City Wordsmiths Workshop. There I met this great group of people who inspired me to write the first draft of this story I’m going to read to you. Small part, it’s a ─ it’s a fairly short story so a small part I will read [*clapping to myself ironically* great phrasing, amazing sentence, such eloquence, much words]. This is the final version and hopefully you will read it until the end. The- [opening the book, and suddenly realizing: “Shit, the title!”] The story is called About.”
The excerpt I read:
They were sitting in a small, warm room. Lit had spat some fire into a barrel to keep them warm, and to give them light since all the electricity was gone now. Oogor had consumed it all for the portals. It didn’t help that they hadn’t paid the bills over three months. There’s no money in doing magic tricks all day. Kanar’s weird mohawk was slumped to the side, and bobbing all around. His arms were shaking, making the papers in his hands rustle.
“I can’t. It has to be done. This is crazy!”
“Please, Kanar. Calm down…” said Lit, her voice harsh.
“All you people do all fucking day is magic! I have a job, and I have to finish school. I also lead this god-forsaken workshop. This can’t go on. I feel like shit.”
“Okay. Alright. It’s fine. Look, man, we’ll stop. Deal?” Anek nodded towards the others.
They gave him a blank look. Famona sneezed and flew a little.
My story About…, and a poem called Triptych were featured in this anthology, among other great literary works.
Here is how the book looks like:
White City Wordsmiths anthology.
I want to take this opportunity and say to my fellow Wordsmithers:
Thank you guys for an amazing experience, for all those laughs, for enduring my not-so-used-to-such-a-direct-critique-face, and for helping me see new ways of thinking and writing. Cheers to you!
Thank you Mom, Una, and My Other Heart, for coming and supporting me in this wonderful event!
And thank you, reader, for… well, reading. 😅
Don’t forget to like, comment and share.
And, as always, happy reading!
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine
Photo of me by NataLi. Oh, it rhymes!
Hi Every-one-who-reads-this,
I’m back from what may seem to you as a holiday but in reality was a hardworking period for me. I tried to stay at least somewhat active on this amazing platform, but, as you’ve noticed it wasn’t nearly close to what you may be used to.
I passed a part of a huge exam, there is still more left to learn, so I will be absent more often, but, I will also try and post here my newest works, and, projects I’ve been lucky to be a part of, along with some amazing people.
Soon, I’ll translate (lol) a story about my experience from that exam I’ve passed.
Some of you may be wondering “But, where is Lightlined?” Don’t worry, I am working on writing it. There are some great ideas I scribbled down, inspired by the works I’ve been reading in order to pass said exam. So, Lightlined is becoming better and better, I am finally realising what the Novel is going to be, and what are my intentions.
You also may be asking (probably not, but, oh well) where is that FREE PDF of my Wings Corpus. Well, it’s ready. And I will be posting it soon. So, stay tuned.
How are You doing?
Don’t forget to like, comment and share!
And, as always, happy reading.
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine
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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,
The end of Oblivion Corpus is nearing it’s final two poems.
This is next to not-really-last-but-kind-of-is poem. So, if you like this, be sure to follow the blog and not miss the next two parts.
If you are already a follower, thank you! and enjoy the rest of this Corpus.
Don’t forget to like, comment and share.
And, as always, happy reading.
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine
Silent and filled with thoughts
Not sharing your hidden words
I wonder what will you devise
Would you even share a single line?
And yet you speak here and there
I know that is not all and so I wait
The quietude tearing the room apart
As if the sand is being thrown about.
It’s over now so don’t hold back
I wish to hear your voice attack
But you’re just nodding your head
To my criticism and words I bled.
Silence is what you’ve fed.
Designed by Mary Matshine aka Marija Mrvošević.
Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,
I am back… It’s not like I went far, just to the hospital. But, more on that later.
Here’s a poem as a little tease for what is to come. That being an entire NEW Corpus titled (probably) The Peninsula of Healers. The poems are awaiting translation. By moi. So… it will take a while. 😅
Also, you guys are the first ones ever (well, except my mother) to see a part of the cover page for that new corpus I’ve mentioned.
If you like Groups of Poems in general, here are some other options: Wings, Oblivion.
Had a pokey day.
They stabbed my gut,
Released the pain,
No vein left untouched.
All is well now,
Without the blind part.
This ─ a matted spark,
A stingy start.
Don’t forget to like, comment and share!
And, as always, happy reading.
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine
Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,
This here, Right Here (do I need to put an arrow? no? you are fine? yes. good) is my Other Blog. In Serbian. Because, as Mr Grozdich always says, you should speak a language other than *insert a language here that is not the one mentioned previously*.
If you enjoyed my works here you will have a blast with the ones featured there. It is basically the same, just in Serbian. So, if you can’t read the awesome letters presented there, just pretend. In time, you will be able to. It is not so hard. 😊
Don’t forget to like, comment and share! (if you do you shall receive an Awww, or in Serbian an Ањњњ, from me; it will come silently, carried through the wind of awesomeness and thankfulness) :Џ :П
And, as always, happy reading!
Sincerely,
Mary Matshine / Марија Мрвошевић
Out of the experienced experience of an inexperienced relationshipper (aka me), I share this. An amazing read.
REAL TALK: Sometimes, Thought Catalog is bullshit. I say this even though I truly love it and I spend hours going through their posts. What their writers say about love and relationships is sometimes too perfect, too ideal, much too wishful rather than realistic. It’s why I enjoy it. I’m all about wishful thinking, too, but this is something I’ve realized that’s really important.
Chances are your partner’s not going to be perfect and neither are you going to be pure-hearted and self-sacrificing and kind all the time. Your relationship isn’t going to survive if you expect it to be easy, always. But if you work together, you can make your relationship a really great and lasting one. Here’s a small but crucial piece of advice:
Let go of the thought that your girlfriend / boyfriend / significant other is supposed to get everything right. Even if they love you…
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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.
A slow beginning; Spark the imagination Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation? We’re flying faster With every swift move Going into the Cosmos castle Through atmosphere removed Countless stars are shining Pouring their essence on me We are taking in everything Waiting for the Heavenly All the water running Through my eyes You’re begging These are not lies Thanking you, breathless So ready for that moment I’m overjoyed and restless Feeling it I’m open
So it comes surging in The feeling of the whole Universe exploding Through me
A turn-based procedurally generated tactic RPG in the making
"For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.” —Catherine Drinker Bowen
love each other like you are the lyric and they are the music
Make PEACE ✌ Show LOVE❤
Ne čekamo da se nešto dogodi, mi se događamo!
Exploring open roads without breaking the bank
dare to surf on phrenetic waves..
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