The day Gunnar died
“What if it’s gonna eat me? And if it hurts?And if I won’t see my parents again?”Gunnar was trembling, clutched in the hand of the massive creature with long and sharp teeth.He could feel its breath, overwhelmed by the certainty of being mauled alive. “No! No! No!” - he shouted, trying to break free from the grip of the voracious beast.Who knows what was in there. Who knows if he would have found a friend or he would have been alone, in the darkest darkness ever. That...That was the day Gunnar died from fear and discovered the world.
About Me
27 years old. Italian. Dreamer. My head is populated by monsters, fairies, goblins, trolls and fairytale's characters who kept me company since I was a child, helping me to see my own world in colors (mostly blue and purple...which are my favourite colors!). They all represent people's feelings, fears, dreams and wishes in sad and happy moments of life, reminding us that good and evil can coexist: it's just up to us what our world looks like.
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