Mario007's profile
AGE:
17
LOC: Ireland
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 03
LOC: Ireland
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 03
Well…what to write here?
It’s a bit ironic, I’ve been looking for a function that would allow me to write something about me and now that I foudn it I can’t even think of anything to say.
I’m Mario. I live in Ireland but originaly come from Slovakia. I love to write, thus the reason for being here writing this. I write almost everything: poetry, short stories, novels, non-fiction, lyrics, movie scripts and meditate about the meaning of life(which I have figured out by the way).
I am currently working on my third novel, the first one to be any good. It’s a bit dark and gloomy and strongly driven by emotion.
In between all that i write poetry, i’m finishing my script and re writting my shrot stories, which could make a novell…
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You rest against the wall, your wings at easy, providing a nice cushion for the millennia of your patient waiting. Your legs begin to tremble now, not with exhaustion but with excitement for what you are seeing with your angelic eyes brings joy to your heart yet again. Another few centuries of watching Her dance with one of your luckier peers are about to come to an end. Another opportunity for you arises as you begin to hold your breath. You can remember clearly how the cycle goes, how it be...
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A cold chill invaded the room as the brothers look at each other knowingly for the Great Hannibal was standing out of Rome horribly. They knew that his beauty was created by the devil, who devised his battle plans to be almost clever, as for the two angel brothers Mac and Beth mo place in Lucifer’s tactics was firmly set. The majestic creature, angel Mac, put the sword of fire into his hand and said: “Brother, the time has come.” Beth nodded as the same thought in his mind he had found. So th...
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However little he wanted it to be, every look became more and more painful. Little by little the thoughts of Lea came back into Helliot’s mind, pain accompanying them. With every glance he got of Trixie, her features blended more into a teary blur of nothingness. Instead a new sharp image, a new person, was standing in front of him. Her hair was dark black, the colour of the darkest night. Her face almost as indescribable as Trixie’s. Her eyes were the very fiery rocks of molten lava. Her thi...
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So here I am after a day of work. It was a usual day- same old routine. Few kills, few bribes, even blackmailing today. I don’t usually blackmail people, I just tell them what I want and what would happen if I won’t get it. Then I shoot them in the knee, a safe enough place so they won’t bleed to death on the spot, but judging by their cries and yells it must hurt like hell. God I love my job. But this time the Don Capaliery wanted me to play it quiet. Said it was politics or something. So I ...
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Another dark corner in Hidden Secrets. With so many passed already and I’m still here standing, there must be something wrong. Everyone disappears around the corner in this hellhole, everyone but me. It’s amazing, I even fuck up my own plan on getting killed. So I’m strolling down the street now, everyone turning their back at me and shouting whatever the hell they can come up with and think it is a curse. I heard worse, but they get to me and I only manage to keep on going thanks to fine tas...
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Well man you certainly took your time, but I'm glad Chesh made a comeback. I like the way this piece is concenrtating more on the case than the Chesh character development, as you had many pieces concerned with that and you needed to move on with the case. Nice way of working the 'rye' in there, by the way wasn't there a book that was called A Poceketful of Rye as well? Wish you good luck and thanks for bringing me back on urbis
Not sure if this is a quote I'd be using in everyday life, as it really requires some further analysis but good job nevertheles
Certainly good, one of the better poems on urbis. You're not really concerned with structure are you? Maybe leaving the last line stand on its own would help to emphazise it, cos it is really important. I like the story behind the poem, cos really it can mean a lot of things and that certainly helps. But the best thing about the poem is that its not negative nor emo as most of the poetry seen here on urbis. Well done! PS: You can say fuck on urbis
You certainly managed to amuse me, but I'm not really sure for what kind of criticism, if any, are you look for. It is a nice trash talk limerick, though, almost something like a rap battle, i would think.
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