The lazy Writer

I have used the names and some info from the choirs of angels. This writing in no way symbolizes them, and this is a piece of pure imagination and fiction. Enjoy! CHAPTER#4 Life has changed. Alot. I have an explanation for the burning headaches, the burning warm hands. I am a Seraphim.  you definitely need an explanation for what happened before. While I was walking back home, My powers or gifts acted upon me and I burned down a subway station. Brutal. Mark always knew about his gifts , he wasn't an orphan but his parents live in Saith, or Saithinea the home of all of the enchanted people. that explains his mad physical strength; even though he is short and frail. Mark is the Captain of dominions, though his parents are of lower choirs. Brian was also aware of his powers but he never wanted me to enter he dark world, and we couldn't blame him it was an order from the ancient seraphims , or our parents. who are dead. who were murdered. By people who hated

I woke up with a start when I felt the straps on my body. But this time Mark was beside me. He was telling me something as he hurriedly removed the belts strapped across my body. He was along with 3 others and Brian who walked away as he began to unbuckle the straps . Then, Mark and the others ran for the exit. I suddenly heard sirens. They looked back to see if i was following but my efforts to sit upright were in vain. The 3 others started bickering but all in whispers. A jolt of energy passed through me . I got up quietly , all the others staring, looking quite shocked. My head jerked in pain as I made efforts to move . I was in some loose white gown , the other were too except Mark. He was in his usual clothes, And something was quite obviously not happening according to plan. The sirens grew louder and fear and impatience filled the room. I tried to walk but I fell onto the cold floor and this alarmed the 3. Mark wrapped me in a tonne of sheets and they all pulled me .

Under the City By thelazyWriter CHAPTER#2 It was Ms.Downright, the caretaker, thin and frail with fierce eyes and olive brown hair. She took care of the children at the shelter and I met her when I was 7 or 8. Also, she meant business, she wasn’t someone you could mess with.(I have to admit I was always scared of her but now she’s much less terrifying) “umm..nothing I was just taking a walk down the street” “you’re not the type who takes walks, please promise you haven’t stolen anything or caused any more trouble, I’m honestly not asking for more trouble.” “I had gone for a breather, and where will I steal from the shops are closed!?” She didn’t entirely believe me, I could see it on her face, but she went back to her little room anyway. I climbed onto my bunk and tried to sleep. I mostly stared out of the window and waited for the sun to rise. Every Sunday my brother has an off day so my brother, Mark and I go down to the mall so we don’t completely cut off

before the web series, I am really sorry I haven't been posting here I was working on as promised the web series and as promised it is out. I will try and post one every other day(TRY) So pleaseeeee share it and subscribe to be notified about each one of them! UNDER THE CITY CHAPTER#1 I walked silently through the alleyway trying to be as quiet as possible. I was wearing my usual baggy black-grey incognito t-shirt, tracks and a jacket that was 5 sizes larger than me, with the hood on, which covered half my face. I had parked my cycle somewhere towards the ending of the alleyway where the graffiti abruptly ended. Water dripped down from the roofs of tall apartments and the stench of really stale food filled the dim alleyway. It was a place for unwanted and strange things much like me . I tried to spend most of the night there but the smell was becoming unbearable and besides, I had places to be. The music poured into my ears from my mp3 something which people had st

Stereotyped The bottle of poison has spilled, like a nuclear bomb exploded but is  going unnoticed. The poison of stereotype  is polluting the minds of children, they are not able to see that the world isn't cruel  it is filled with happiness and glee. But now the siren is loud and clear  love isn't only for our near and dear but that is for us to decide and not the stereotype. Equality & Justice  doesn't look at colour, age or gender, thus they should be used as legal tender. Children must be saved from this poison, it must be washed away  before it will wash away equality and set fire to the bank of justice. So let's wash away injustice and stereotype Or our future will be blackened by the malice of injustice and they will not know equality But the future is for us to decide not the stereotype. By ThelazyWriter

Firstly, I am so sorry I haven't been posting for so oooh long. Almost a month. I was missing writing too. I just started school and I'm trying to get into the groove of the new grade, and tuitions. I've also been reading a lot throughout this long process. I started the Power of Five series and a few other misc Indian author books. I think we should appreciate Indian authors more. They connect with the audience like they're sitting in front of you. I even need some book suggestions so please comment your suggestions. I wanted to start on some new and exciting things, So enough of the blabbering let me get to the point!! A. Making new connections with people: I want to interview people, send them emails, to authors, important(but not soo important they won't answer my emails), to influential people, who are from India so I can know their success stories. And post them online. B. World environment day: Something related to the environment cos she totally dese

Ok, I can't even tell you how excited I am for this post. All I need is one rainy day and an all time favorite notebook to get started;(and of course a pencil or something😅) Somehow the gray and gloomy weather motivated me,or was it the boredom!?hmm..I'll never know. So I turned to the next fresh page and opened Pinterest. Probably my favorite app.ever. Then I picked up a pencil. First few of my drawings were kinda horrible. But the next few were just so relaxing and fun. And I realized that even normal people can draw master pieces if you focus harder then you fret. Yep. You can draw Mona Lisa. If you believe you can. As they said Believe and make true the simple belief . Ok no one said that I did,but hopefully it did tell you that anything is possible. At least I think so. There was a point in my life I drew stick figures and the sun in the corner of the page. Obviously. You have to start somewhere. One year from now you would regret that you didn't start today. T

I saw the tulips by the meadow, A bright beautiful yellow. Dancing in the summer sun Like they were too having fun. They glowed in the sunlight, And dazzled in the moonlight They reminded me I had places to go while I lay there at midnight. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel When life was anything but humble. At breaking dawn, When it shimmered with fresh sweet dew And had a faded yellow hue It told me things about mother nature that I never knew. But soon the tulips wilted, as humans made the world tilted, I still remember those tulips swaying in the rain, something out of the ordinary, in a world so mundane. By thelazyWriter

I'm not a crazy person; this stuff exists. What is a CONSPIRACY THEORY!!?? It's as easy or rather even easier than it sounds. When an unfortunate event or situation occurs, with a proper reason or not , they are reasons or guesses or theories as to why such an event occurred or why such a thing exists. So basically made up stories about real things, I already thought you were crazy but now I'm searching for mental asylums.  Before you think I ran away from a mental asylum, let me tell you the people who write this stuff are GENIUSES. It sounds like some things have only one explanation, but actually there are million different reasons. And it's not only on historical events, it is even on problems we face as a generation like....Global warming. I do write some but I don't think anyone would believe in mine cause they are...well I never tried. They are interesting to read and it's even more fun to make your own , my personal favorite is the US dollar bill

Why can't you just leave ? Why do you take your time, I really won't grieve. Your presence is toxic, You make me feel sick You spoilt my Christmas Eve And new year too, Why can't you just leave? Why do you laugh shamelessly, When I tell you , that you live aimlessly. You still latch on to me And suck all the happiness away You've erased all my dreams and All the things I thought I could be. You threw away the keys. You thought making me a loser Would make you a winner. But it didn't make you any better. Why can't you just leave? Why do you wait for me to throw you away, And burn you ruthlessly. All you have showed me was how quickly you can dig your grave, Your one of those memories, I won't save By thelazywriter.

Hi! Finally got the nerve to put my art up. and you know I think as I am doing little by little regularly, it has helped! Just like when I started writing my diary and knocking my creative side , It changed and today it is a powerful medium for my thoughts and beliefs. I'm not even just saying this to sound fancy. When I look back on what I had texted on my family's group on whats app now , I feel like I was so selfish and I sounded like the world revolved around me. But as I started doing things I love , I started finding out that I revolved around the sun, the sun being my dreams . And the only way I could chase the sun was by finding the key to that car?How is my passion going to join the path of my dreams and goals ?the only way I could do that was by "doing" by finding out and I did, the key to that car is confidence and PERSISTENCE. Now being rude isn't okay for me ,And I actually do think twice before saying something because right now my car is

Smile a little harder , Before the world gets darker. Flash it around, trust me, with it you will go a long way It will make somebody's day. Even if it couldn't be a worse time, One smile and it will be fine. Don't smile hesitantly, smile wholeheartedly. Smile like you have never cried, Like you have had the best reason to be happy. A smile can be the bright star in the dark night. When all hope is lost and the world around you is swallowed up by sorrow, Your smile can be the light. Don't look at your bank balance and cry, Count your blessings and do good deeds , Then the world will be a place full of glee. By thelazywriter

So recently I decided to start a web series, and thus thought has been overwhelming me ever since. By next month it will be up on a new site and whenever there is a new part I will update you all here. For now let's talk about what a mess of ideas I have in my head. I have always begun a brilliant story with an amazing plot but I almost always get stuck somewhere. So this time I decided to take the plunge and go for it . Except to go for What?. Like fantasy , dystopian or real life ? I definitely don't want to leave it somewhere in the middle or end it horribly. Talk about de-motivation . But I said that this time I WILL finish it . 5 ideas , and only one gets the golden spot. Ugh! But I promise it will be out by the end of April. It already scares me . So will you guys please read it because I seriously have been working on it for a long time.😉 Bye!😃

Why is the world fine with Racism and Theocracy, What happened to the strong pillars of democracy? Darkness and fear has spread, People living with misunderstandings,hatred and disbelief With absolutely no grief. Yet the silence roars on around the world . Ignorance and selfishness rules With the killing and darkness giving us clues that this shall go on no longer . But I'm afraid that they have forgotten that our world has gone terribly rotten . Yet we sit amidst the crime and terror, And our voice is lost to guns , and this is a terrible error. But no one can see these crimes ,blinded by wealth and greed Now they care about useless things like Caste and creed . Stooping down to such levels , even shame hides away But the silence roars on bitterly in this world , why have we given it a place ? By thelazywriter

Hi! I am posting as the lazy writer.In today's rapidly changing world it is hard to sit down and write.But being lazy and jobless has its perks.I am your motivation, inspiration and productivity companion.I write to please and to arouse strong emotions in people and by reading my posts regularly you can help me achieve my goals and dreams one post at a time. Also, I am an amateur so I may be wrong in punctuation, spacing and maybe even spellings so please be patient I will get better.I hope to affect millions with my writing. ¬ The lazy Writer