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THE RELUCTANT TWITTERER AND THE FORCES OF UTUBIA The Reluctant Twitterer is a detective story which invites you to enter a mysterious fantasy world. Readers are caught up with characters struggling with age-old problems in their modern guise. How to distinguish what is real and what is imaginary? Has the internet been taken over by alien invaders from Utobia? Who can be trusted? How can a Snail called Albert help? Will the blog attract other helpers? Will The Reluctant Twitter be able to use Twitter to overcome the dark forces? And above all, how will it turn out in the end? The World is under stealthy attack from the forces of Utubia and their allies the Faceless Warriors. Only one person, known as The Reluctant Twitterer, can thwart their evil schemes. He believes he has a message that if transmitted virally could alert those people around the world whose minds remain their own. But the Utobians and their vile allies are already in thought-control over countless millions of unsuspecting earthlings. Governments have been infiltrated. No news-story can be relied on to tell the truth. Time is running out before the invading forces will claim total victory. Any message must not alert the Utobian Bots and the advance hunters of Faceless Warriors. The Reluctant Twitterer (RT) sets about his quest as cautiously as can...

I never thought that my life could get any worse but it wasn't getting any better.So i try to live my life to a certain extent,if i'm going to go out and have fun i try not to have to much fun because in someway,somehow something always goes wrong if there is a smile on my face and joy in my eye's.I'v learned to live like this for a very long time.18 years to be exact.18 years of heartbreak, heartache,disappointing,disappointment,yelling,crying,hoping to live another life,and so much more and still living this life day by day,and i just want to know how my life COULD be if i could change it..Could it be better?Could it be worse?Who knows.But this..this is my life and not even god could change it for me.

When I'd dried by cold dark hands of their guilt, they seemed to retain and retrieve what I had built, the harder I tried to satisfy the Gods of hidden justice, the more i seemed to sink below their depths, to hit and miss, I cried deep into the sockets of my thoughts where I knew only sorrow, I tried to find a hand to help or a shoulder to rest on but these things I couldn't borrow, So I sat in the hour of my shame, looking up to the clouds of condemnation and damnation, I could hear his angry breath, could sense his bitter agony, and I saw his rife indignation. Where could my feelings be hidden? In what place could the workings of my mind be concealed? These questions teased and tore at my soul, they ripped and spat at my pride until I would yield, Facing the rain and having to explain myself to the wind was the immediate punishment for my sin, Mere beggars and paupers above me now, even animals and wild beasts of the west would over me win. The blood stench lingered and danced around my conscience with ironic bliss and pleasure, I knew somewhere, somehow, someone was watching with that contentment of equal measure, The rotting vessel of life slowly crawled pathetically towards the dangerous inner circles of my head, to remind me of what I'd left behind and what I would leave behind was it's purpose and to find me dead...

At first I thought she’s the one Whom I could spend my whole life with, till I’m gone. She has all the qualities I’m looking for in a lady. She’s lovely, kind, and pretty. All in all, she’s comparable to no one, Because I do believe she’s second to none. When I first saw her, she’s just a little girly, I felt in love with her totally. Her smile, far more mysterious than Mona Lisa’s, Accompanied by the angelic-face she has, Captured my heart completely… And me overwhelmingly. For years, my feelings for her were just kept in secret. I’ve just been watching her grew up since then up to the present. All those years spent, I’ve already experienced varied emotions for her. I’ve felt heartbreaks and happiness, hopefulness and hopelessness all together. I guess that’s what we would usually get If we would just keep our feelings within the shadow beneath. Luckily, or unluckily for me, I’ve decided to set my feelings free. I told her about my feelings for her. Sadly, she just pretended as if she didn’t hear. Her silence, even if she didn’t say, Was a clear message for me – she doesn’t love me. Before, I used to think she’s really the one Whom I would spend my whole life with till I’m gone, But after what happened My thoughts were partially changed. Though I’m still hoping, but I already have doubts if she’s the one...

&& there she stood .. beneath the sparkling sky of night, seemed like every tear dropped down from her eyes has created a new star in her dark sky .. Thats the pain you face when you fall in love .. She bent down to catch a bunch of fallen spring leaves.. and every new leaf to fall seemed like another part of her heart .. Just like an electric shock, she felt it all over her body, in ever cell .. The echos of his words haunted her wherever she went .. and there he stood, watching her.. from far beyond the trees.. he saw the pain in her eyes but never could he speak .. She knew whats right, she knew whats wrong .. but never couldve figured out.. the insanity deep within, that sent her to her ground .. Her mind tells her what is right, yet her heart still wants the pain .. She slams the door of happiness, with a lack of sane.. and walk with confident steps into the fire realm.. Knowing she would burn, knowing she would break apart.. Yet having somewhat of a hope that it might one day rain .. thats the risk we take when we fall in love.. She saw the door of fire, yet saw the door of happiness.. She knew shed never make it, yet she took her step .. Yet he from far behind.. knew whats waiting beneath .. He knew the stars of universe.. would be as much as her tears.. He left his kingdom of happiness, and walked after her steps .. he layed there beneath her.. to catch her if she fell .. But though she knew its better, to fall right into his arms ....

deep as it may be, i am asleep... but my mind roams freely somewhere else i am too in love, too fixated you see my hands are reaching, with the sound of the toiling bells a fairy book tale, i wish it is... where i can be with you every night and day the trees and birds can tease but still enjoy the love that our hearts share i can reach and touch the clouds... i can put my heart in it for everyone too see my undying love and care that fills me around will i ever stop, no, i can't, with an afternoon tea i'll keep you in my heart, your love will brighten my grave...

Andalucía, tierra mágica de luz y sombra. Canto gitano de mi vida, canto andaluz de embrujo moro, aún sin conocer tu encanto, me enamoré de tí. En mi sangre llevo esclavitud africana, pero también llevo gitanía andaluza. Bello canto de luz y sombra, de paisajes bellos, y de cielos de eterna oscuridad, espero conocerte algún día, aunque sea en la portada de un libro, aunque sea en la música mora, aunque sea en mi mente, aunque sea en mi alma. Soy sin ser andaluza, soy hija de granadinos sin ser hija de tales, soy hija de La Alhambra sin ser hija de tal. Andalucía, tierra mágica de luz y sombra. Canto gitano de mi vida, canto andaluz de embrujo moro, aún sin conocer tu encanto, me enamoré de tí.

the cold breeze touched my skin; i searched for my quilt: a warm soft-run of your hands; lined my inner system: with a lightning-like uncontrolled quivers; mirrored me as paraphlegic. our may-december age range; right senses call it stupid: yet again and again we seek each other; more and more we asked some more: i opened my eyes and saw my wall clock; its 10 am....omg..m late 4 work!

Before I learned to totally set her free, There were stuffs I used to do that were just too crazy. In fact, once I could recall it, I would just smile in amazement and disbelief. Well, past is past. I have to forget it and move on fast. Since I could not tell this to her personally, I decided to write this secretly, With the purpose of sharing this someday To everyone who could read this accidentally. Well, since you are reading this already, You are very lucky, because I will share you the story Of some stuffs I did, in the name of “LOVE”, that were just too crazy. Well… the story goes this way… Every second, she’s constantly in my head. For years, that’s what I really did. I could even say that it became one of my habits indeed. I’m always thinking of her. Truly, she’s my heart’s desire. Years of longing her led me to make plans To find ways to shorten our distance, Because I could never bear to wait another seconds Without knowing, whether or not, she’s in good hands. Shy, that’s really what I am, But for the sake of my dearest one, I tried, for the first time, to be a thick-faced man. I sent a text message to someone, Asking for her contact number, if he has one. This “someone” is very close to me And also close to her, by the way. He’s a friend of mine, but he’s related to her by consanguinity. Just as what I anticipated, The move that I resorted, Was really right, from start till the end...

I have fallen in love With the same woman thrice In three different periods of my life, From childhood, adolescent, and adulthood. Spanning a score and several years Of colorful living in this unpredictable world. I loved her first during our childhood When we were still young ones, not old. The first time I saw her, My eyes were glowing like the shiniest star ever, Because I was looking at someone worth staring forever. My heart thumped like thunder, Because I felt that love was in the air. And my mind was in ecstasy, Because I knew she’s the one for me. I fell in love with her for the second time During our adolescent years When we were already teenagers. We’re high school classmates back then And she already had a boyfriend. Oh, how unfortunate am I may it seemed, But luckily, the light of hope within me never dimmed. Every time I saw her and her darling Holding hands together while talking, I just preferred to look away from them, Pretending as if I saw nothing, But deep inside me, my heart was aching. Those scenarios I had witnessed between them Didn’t stop my heart from whispering her name. The love that I felt for her when I was a child Had neither faded nor disappeared. Instead, it continued to grow bigger and bigger Every time I saw her. For me, a mere sight of her smiling face Was already enough to make me happy always...