Life as we know is gone. The once vivid city now stands abandoned. Earth became a wasteland, stripped of all life. Broken, confused, and in a desperate search for answers, one person still roams its desolate remains.
The Wanderer has no memories, no recollection of the events that led to the end of the world. All he sees are deserted buildings and the smoke that covers the sun.
While taking shelter in an abandoned house one night, the last man on Earth gets a knock on his door. He finds an unexpected guide in a woman who feels familiar.
Will he choose to keep traversing these lands, lost as before, or will he take her guidance to find the answers his heart so deeply desires?
The world is barren and lost. Only the buildings that cast tall shadows remain as the street stand silent, ridden of all human life. But one man still walks, with no knowledge to what happened to the world, the people in it or him. To find the answers he is searching for, the Wanderer must walk a Path that will determine his own fate. One night, while seeking shelter in an abandoned house, the last man on Earth gets a knock on his door.
Is evil just evil? Is good merely good? Or are those sides just a matter of perspective? All people have an agenda, all people search for hope, but only the few have the strength to live it!
The Path exacts a heavy toll, be careful as the price of walking it may be your soul.
I am so happy, my first official book is out! I hope some of you will take interest, that you will dare to take it on and perhaps not judge it too harshly. I spoke for days now about it, I bet you are sick of hearing about it. So here it is, a little trailer I made, hope you like it and I hope you dare to take on this adventure i made. Enjoy and thank you!
The Wanderer himself is a representation of one’s lost mind, one whole piece what we all possess. There is a reason why the Wanderer is faceless, practically nameless for a reason. To make a blank looking character, with the problems of many, was my intention in the first place for one specific reason. So each and every one of you who read the story can easily put themselves in his place, as all who struggle with depression, lost identity and the anxious feeling of carrying the burden that crushes our soul, will find it easy to connect with such character.
“I walked alone. Through the shadows that the tall buildings cast, like giants watching over the once vivid and song-full city, but now just as a reminder of some past times, they stand tall, relics of an ancient order, such as I am myself. Those buildings and the entire world which surrounded me felt new yet familiar. I couldn’t feel a cold breeze on my skin. No winds moved the hollow now trees, stripped bare of its leaves, as once not so long ago did. The jungle of concrete and metal once felt like an anthill, buzzing of life, souls rushing on, minding only the empty task of the day they had. But now, no sound can be heard but the eternal silence that fills these streets, flowing throughout my veins, which pump that sorrowful blood all the way up to the heart, leaving it feeling bare, alone, stripped, and wasted. I march on, in search of laughter, shout, even a slight remark of a whisper which I grew to miss so dearly. I have been walking for so long; time seems to have stopped, pulling everything in one place, even myself in one way or another. I have been walking for so long, missing things I have held for granted. The simple hello from a stranger, a warm embrace of a loved one, or even just a sight of a curious passerby. One fearful thought keeps on rushing through my brain even though I quickly dismiss her. Thinking of some better times, I find myself faced with the ugly truth…I might be the last one. No one knows or remembers what happened exactly. Maybe we neglected the home we were given, and our mother finally rebelled against us, punishing us for our misbehaving and sins done over the last long years to her. Or perhaps we were betrayed by our own greed and fear, looking over our shoulder, valuing the life of our fellow man less and less, until we decided to grasp for something that wasn’t ours for the taking and putting the final stroke on our neighbor. No one knows what exactly happened. All that matters now is that the world fell silent so long ago, the song of billions that sang in many different tunes can’t be heard anymore, the night ceiling that connected us seems to swallow the once peaceful place, and the fire that warmed us, not just around, but also in our hearts, seems to be extinguished by none other than ourselves. Who knows what happened, but one thing is certain, we brought this misfortune upon ourselves, a band of mortal man, when did we think of ourselves as gods?” (The Lonesome Road, Chapter 1- The Lone Wanderer)
Ridden of all memory, he starts his journey. Even if he has no recollection of the events that unfolded, leaving this world barren and without human life, he feels the emptiness inside, a reflection of the world that surrounds him. But one thing is for sure, there are eyes on our broken protagonist. One night, seeking shelter, the last man gets a knock on a door. Behind it, stands destiny, a woman he does not recognise, yet like a friend not seen in ages, she feels familiar. But hesitation came up, holding his heart, as the woman’s motives became bit more clear, our hero must decide is she really the benevolent good she claims to be, or is the evil that resides in this world the same as the woman?
“All things that begin must have an ending to them…” I tried my best to put out some words of comfort. “It’s simply the law of life, time. But that does not mean we have to live in constant fear and worry about the end, knowing it’s life’s only certainty. It’s destiny.” I stayed in my sitting position, not breaking the gaze from the fire, but could hear the old bed move under her as she changed position, probably to stand even closer to me. “What do you mean it’s destiny? Now you’re talking nonsense. How can the fact that being OK with dying and making your peace with it be destiny?” Her voice changed as well as her position. It didn’t resemble the sweet, soft, mellow voice she usually had, even in fear and under pressure. Now it began to sound edgier, tense as if she was annoyed with my words and the view I had at the world. “It is destiny,” I answered back coldly, “You see people see destiny as a path that branches up from one to a million, thousand… A force that constantly intervenes, depriving us of our fundamental right to choose. How many times have you wanted to do something, and during or at the end of it, it goes wrong, and you figure out it was destiny that made you fail or end up there where you didn’t want or think you would end up in the first place? People often use it as an excuse for their failures or as an excuse for a weight that keeps them in one place for too long. Talking and saying it must have been destiny that wanted them to fail or stay at the bottom of the barrel for too long. It’s not destiny that keeps them from going forward. It’s themselves. And all of it is nothing more than an excuse for their own miserable failures.” (The Lonesome Road, Chapter 3- The Road Ahead)
Destiny. Are we that afraid of a concept that an invisible hand guides our life, that our choices never mattered? Or do they? What if destiny is like a river, with multiple paths and every decision we make takes us to a different destination? What if our choices mattered and there never was one destiny that was predetermined for one being? As what can we do, but believe in our Path, jump in that river and hope the destination is as comfortable as it gets. This book explores the human nature, our understanding of life, fate, destiny and balance.
The Lonesome Road is out tomorrow, you can get it, the link will be below. If you have any questions for me, please do ask, even if it’s just to say hi. I am excited to bring you this book, I hope everyone finds something for themselves in it.
I’ll answer any questions you may have, looking forward for tomorrow, love to you all!
We have 3 days and counting and for today’s countdown as promised I am making a giveaway.
The Lonesome Road is my first novel. Far from it, it’s not perfect, nether was my intention to revolutionise the genre. But it is more then you see on the first glance, so don’t trust your eyes when reading the lines in between, but listen to your heart. It starts as a tale of a man, casted into a barren world which looks so familiar, yet so different. Alone he walks the empty streets, trying hard to remember his life before, how he came there or where his fellow humans are. Lost in the world, ridden of all hope, our hero seeks shelter one night in an abandoned house. While he prepares a fire for the cold night, the last man on Earth gets a knock on his door.
Behind those doors lies destiny. Filled with hope and underneath it, misery, fear and long lost forgotten curse of a heart. Will he trust his senses and logic or will he come to peace with his pain? One thing is for sure, his Path he will walk and it’s a treacherous one, filled with secrets that break the mind and twist the already broken heart. As behind those doors, behind the truth of this world is a menacing evil that knows his true name.
But as the adventure goes on, we will see the book is much more then that, it speaks about important issues such as depression, humanity and how we act as a species, is there still good in us and is the world there just to mock someone else’s misery while they suffer themselves?
Two lucky ones will get the book. How can you enter? Like and comment, share here on the blog, or twitter or Instagram, you can enter the giveaway on any of those three places. The giveaway will be on for a week so you have plenty of time to enter and I will announce the winner next Saturday! So enter now, share, like and comment, what you have to lose? Maybe few hours while reading a good book that you may win? Sounds like a win to me! Have a great weekend and love to you all you beautiful people!
I know I know, I promised the new P.O.W and it’s coming I swear. On Sunday you are getting a new and “profound” view of life’s given problems, in a different format then what it usually is. What am I talking about? Well in the upcoming week, I will introduce something I call “The countdown to the Road”.
As some of you may know, my first book let’s call it (as it is really my first written book) is coming out next week. That’s right “The Lonesome Road” is out on May 24th. 4 days to go my friends. So every day for the next few days, counting on the release date and beyond, I will be releasing content about my book daily. Boring you might say? No my friend, on the contrary. There is still so much I’ve got to reveal about the book, so many hidden meanings, the reason why it came to be, the journey taken and so on…
Trust me when I say, it fits perfectly with the ongoing series that is the Process of writing. And there will be more. On Saturday I will announce a giveaway, you the few who are willing, will be getting few copies of the book to enjoy.
So the schedule is as follows:
-Today, Friday the 20th you get the announcement of the so called “Countdown to the Road”, with yours truly blabbering about it
-Saturday 21st, the giveaway, few lucky people will get the copy of my upcoming novel “The Lonesome Road ” (the giveaway will be on my Twitter links are below or just click the Twitter icon on the main page of The Word Den) 3 one here on ig in twitter
-Sunday 22nd, The new Process of Writing segment is coming out, talking about some issues I touch on in “The Lonesome Road”
As some of you know it is a dystopian fantasy novel, fill with thrills, adventure and all sorts of twists and turns. But it also speaks about some important issues which are used as a catalyst to push our protagonist down the path he takes, such as depression, loneliness and fighting against the world who judges far too quickly for mere entertainment. Being May, the mental health awareness month, I feel driven more than usual to talk about such things.
-Monday the 23rd, I will share few quotes and what not from the book, giving you a sneak peak to what you might expect in “The Lonesome Road”
I will as well answer all questions posted here on the Word Den, my Twitter and Instagram. So if you want to know anything about the book or just want to say hi, please do so, I cherish any opportunity to connect with you guys. I am excited and nervous for that, so be on the lookout!
-Tuesday the 24th, book release day, what to say but that we are going to celebrate the novel that started this journey, my journey. I am happy, no matter the doubt I have constantly, that I decided to sit down every day, put my emotions into these pages, creating a good story with big issues residing behind it. This book is so much more then the inciting tale that stands before you and I am happy to share it with you all.
The next few days after the release I will
post different content, daily for all to enjoy!
This is big. For any writer, but for me I feel so overwhelmed. For so long I felt like nothing, as if I didn’t have purpose other the fail. But now, I belong. With so many like minded individuals who I have an honour calling my fellow writers. It’s been a journey, a long and dark one and I am here to stay. A special thanks to all who gave me the kind words that pushed me forward, my publisher 5310publishing, be sure to check them, their links will be below.
Only 30 days left. I can’t believe it. It still feels like a dream with me shaking, just waiting to wake up. But no, my book which I invested lot of effort, time and heart is coming for all to see. And I am frankly proud and scared. I got to admit, I try not to be overwhelmed by people’s opinions, but there is a certain feeling of standing naked in front of the world that comes to mind as everyone and all will have the chance to read the words I put on paper. It will be there for all to see, for all to judge and hopefully for some to praise. I know I am still new to the game, I still have lot to learn and I am willing and ready to do so. I stand here, in high hope this is just the start of the journey I was ment to travel.
What is “The Lonesome Road” about?
I will try to lure you into the story so you get invested, without spoiling much. Earth became a wasteland, stripped of all life. Broken, confused, and in a desperate search for answers, one person still roams its desolate remains.
The Wanderer has no memories, no recollection of the events that led to the end of the world. All he sees are deserted buildings and the smoke that covers the sun. While taking shelter in an abandoned house one night, the last man on Earth gets a knock on the door. He finds an unexpected guide in a woman who feels familiar.
Will he choose to keep traversing these lands, lost as before, or will he take her guidance to find the answers his heart so deeply desires? Are we truly free, or is destiny pulling the strings of our life choices?
This book is hard to pinpoint for me. When presented with the usual question from my friends “What’s the book about?” I stop and pause for a second. As it is hard to explain. Yes, this could be considered a dystopian future / post apocalyptic novel, a fantasy where our hero is put in a place that is in ruins, yet it feels so familiar, like a dream once seen. Yes, it speaks of mystery, suspense, filled with all sorts of twists and turns you would not expect and will be left shocked by. As much as it is a tale of a man wondering the barren Earth, seeking for the answers to what happened, fighting the evil that resides in the shadows of the world, it is as well a tale of destiny, human life and purpose, as the whole story serves as a grand metaphor for one’s struggle with depression and dark thoughts.
I was in a bad place when I wrote this book. And it’s safe to say this book saved me. It is my way of paying it back, telling all who feel like I do that they are not alone, they don’t have to be. This book belongs to those who feel lost, to those who are oppressed by the burden of their own mind, this is for you who seek reason, wishing for answers. This is for all the adventures, who dare to think there is more to this world then meets the eye. There is something for everyone in this piece, as I wrote it in hopes some would find comfort, some would find understanding and some perhaps thrill.
My final thought
I still stand scared and petrified. As an author I reckon all face the pondering question will anyone like it, perhaps they all hate it, maybe I am not ment for it. We all are our own worse critic. And I still am learning, about this trade, about life and myself. All I can say, I am honored and privileged to stand amongst you great people, share the same stage as an author. And I know some will find a piece of themselves in this book and I hope it brings you comfort or satisfaction. Lot of work went into this, as it is weird to see a part of my soul in a book, it is that, part of my heart, for all of you, in hopes you like it.
I want to say a special thanks to 5310publishing, for putting up with me, patiently guiding me through as a newbie in this world I am eternally grateful for the chance to give this book to the people, I am thankful for all the advices and guidance. This wouldn’t be possible without them and I raise my glass to their good hearts.
Patience, the virtue lost, Sterility of the soul, Weights heavy on the broken head.
On the eyes that witness, The joy I can not possess. As anger proves the hunger, The fertile fire that roars, My mind remains blinded, By the future that was lost.
Fear as a state of mind, Ruins the hope of many, As the ember of rage sparks The wet day of tears. There, without a cloud in the sky, My face is rushed with water, Drowning, In the sorrow of the reminded failure.
In the city of dusk, Where our dreams perish and wither, Possibility of a better tomorrow does not exist. Welcome one, Welcome all, To the hell of your own making. Read the sign, as you walk the door, Here your dreams lie, here hope is no more.