Oh Dear. You're Not Well At All. Those Closed Eyes… So Sad. And Obvious. At Least To Me, As I Guess

This one is without the little usual more or less stupid small / short story. It is just another sunset in Castelo de Vide. Words seems not necessary. (And be warned: next I'll post a short video with... Sheep!) #castelodevide #justanothersunset #sunrays #altoalentejo #life #beingalive #feelingalive #coreofliving #being #somewhereelse #laurieandthestoryof (Is somewhere in that sunset...) #living #grateful #andwhateverhashtagiuseitwillnotcoverthefeelingofbeingalivethatigetwheniexperiencesunsetslikethisdayafterdayandevenmorebeautifuldaysandnightsforwhichicantthankthistownanditspeopleenough (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Even he is also present...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

No doubt: C...!

dialogue prompt #52

A: “I wish you could block people in real life.”

B: “Restraining order.”

C: “Murder.”

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fejlbestilt-start/ Danish prose... Sorry for everyone except the few millions reading that little language... #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (VERY much the first lines of...) #primeiroproximopasso (AS WELL for Senhor Passo too!) #fiction #prose #mystory #novel #workinprogress #insideout #momentofzen #cafe #sosimple #start #momentofreflection #udenfilter #future #theveryfirstlinesincomingnovelinprogressandwillbefinishedevenifittakesfiveyearsorwhatever (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Deep Inside)

What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)

Fx Jul. Og det hele.

Jul, om ikke andet.  Jul, om ikke andet. Hvordan kan det være svært, at finde noget at skrive om? Med alt det der sker. Ude i verden. (Som det hedder, også selv om det er 'inde' i vores). Krige har der altid været, men et par stykker af dem med stor mediebevågenhed har nogle ubehagelige konsekvenser og er potentielt yderst 'smittefarlige'. Og nåja ("nåja"!), der er et klima der begynder at vise…

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Each and every time...

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😂... Too good not to repeat! 👍

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