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<\/figure>\u2b50\u2b50\u2b50\u2b50\u2b50<\/strong> 5\/5 from readers<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Genre: Mystery \/ Contemporary Fantasy \/ Psychological Fiction<\/p>\n\n\n\n Il legame tra il blocco creativo e l’elemento soprannaturale<\/p>\n “Un romanzo ricco di descrizioni evocative e atmosfere misteriose, che unisce il tema del blocco creativo a elementi paranormali. La storia coinvolge grazie al rapporto tra il protagonista, Edmund ed El, mantenendo fino all’ultima pagina un senso di meraviglia e malinconia.”<\/p>\n \u2014 L’alchimista delle parole, Amazon<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n Breve ma super intenso!<\/p>\n “Il secondo libro che leggo di L. K. Aerden e anche sta volta non mi ha affatto deluso. Anzi!!! Breve ma intenso e ricco di suspance. Consigliatissimo!!”<\/p>\n \u2014 Angelo Aiello, Amazon<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n Un libro che dovete leggere!<\/p>\n “Che viaggio incredibile \u00e8 stato leggere queste pagine! Adoro come giochi con la metanarrativa e con l’idea profonda che le storie abbiano una vita propria. Il finale? Un meraviglioso e poetico passaggio di testimone che ti lascia una voglia incredibile di sederti su una panchina ad ascoltare il mondo.”<\/p>\n \u2014 rottasud, Amazon (acquisto verificato)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n (Chapter 1 \u2014 Opening)<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cToday, a day like any other. Same routine, same day. I come home tired of repeating the exact same things. I feel invisible, as if others don\u2019t even hear my voice, or notice my efforts to interact the way they do with each other.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Naaaa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What a depressing start. Let\u2019s try again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cToday, a day like any other, same routine, same day\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nooo. I don\u2019t feel like staying home. I\u2019m going out tonight, and I\u2019ll tell you how it all began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The cursor blinks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One line written.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two deleted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The document is named:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNEW_NOVEL_v27_final_for_real.docx\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Which, judging by the name alone, makes it pretty clear it\u2019s not final at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I open my email.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marco Ferretti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Subject: Do you have anything to send me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t even open the message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I close my laptop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Okay, that\u2019s enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I stay here tonight, I\u2019ll end up staring at the cursor until three in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shoes? On. Jacket? On. Umbrella? Yes, better bring it, I saw some storm clouds. Voice recorder, here it is. Phone too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Keys? Let\u2019s zip up the backpack. Okay, ready to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Should I take the bike? Yeah, why not, I\u2019ll get to the park faster. It\u2019s 10:35 PM. Alright, let\u2019s go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEvening, Mrs. Kindley. How are you tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood, thank you. Going out so late tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes, I couldn\u2019t resist. I feel like going for a walk tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen my leg feels better, will you take me with you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course, gladly. I\u2019ll see you around, have a good night for now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWill you be back late?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI think so. I hope to catch some ideas for the new book.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, come on, are you writing another one? Let me know when it\u2019s out, eh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course, you know it. You\u2019ll get the first copy, you\u2019re my favorite first critic. See you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHave a nice walk, and be careful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI will, Mrs Kindley. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Okay, let\u2019s head out. Chain off, throw it in the basket, and feet on the pedals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The night air bites my face just enough to keep me awake. It smells of distant rain and wet asphalt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bike wheels make that soft, rolling sound against the dampness of the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are few people out. Well, better for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh god, I forgot. There, bike lights on. But will the flashlight in my backpack be charged?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t remember charging it. Oh well, I\u2019m already on my way, I\u2019ll just use my phone if I need to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A quick stop. \u201cHey, pup\u2026 there you go, you\u2019re so soft. Yes, yes, here\u2019s your usual treat. See you on my way back, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let\u2019s keep going. Feet on the pedals and off we go. The road seems to slide by faster and lighter today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019re almost there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Arrived. Here we are. Chain locked, and let\u2019s enter the park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What peace there is here. The air is crisp tonight; luckily, I brought my jacket. Let\u2019s grab the recorder and begin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cToday, a day like any other, same routine. I don\u2019t feel like staying home, I feel invisible\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brr, it really is quite crisp tonight. I love this hint of wind moving the leaves on the trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A deep breath\u2026 Aaah, I was right to come out tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe wind enjoys playing its melody through the branches of the trees, blending with the gurgling of the stream that runs along the path, creating a masterpiece that only nature can write.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ooh, I like that sentence. I\u2019ll use it in the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh, there\u2019s the bench. I\u2019ll sit down for a moment. I\u2019ve walked a good while, and what a view. From here you can see the whole city, its lights reflecting on the lake, which is particularly peaceful and flat today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s almost midnight. What a starry sky; the clouds from before have almost completely vanished. I\u2019ll take a quick break and then start recording for the book again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Such peace\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Recorder in hand\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cToday, a day like any other. Same routine, same day. I come home tired of repeating the exact same things. I feel invisible, I feel\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I freeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a loud noise. Not a branch breaking, not really. More like the faint sound of something stepping on a dry leaf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The recorder keeps running in my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The wind stops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or maybe it\u2019s just me who stops hearing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hold my breath, listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExcuse me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The voice comes from the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soft. Calm. Close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to disturb you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, wait, sorry, who are you? Where did you come from\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My god, she vanished. How did she move so fast? And what a gorgeous voice. I couldn\u2019t see her, but the voice is enchanting, warm, calm, sad yet cheerful. Oh god, I have to find out who she is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I turn back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But she\u2019s so fast, she\u2019s nowhere to be seen. A quick jog, maybe I can catch up to her. Here\u2019s the bike. I\u2019ve made it outside the park, and there\u2019s no sign of her. Who on earth was she?<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A small piece of paper folded in half.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pick it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thin, ivory colored paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfectly folded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As if it had been prepared even before I arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I open it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExcuse me again. I hope to be quieter next time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The handwriting is precise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too precise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Next time? Does that mean she comes here often? But who is she?<\/p>\n\n\n\nA haunting metaphysical thriller where fiction refuses to stay on the page.<\/strong>
<\/strong>A successful writer, a creative crisis, a deserted park at midnight. And a voice in the dark that leaves a note before disappearing.
What seems like the beginning of an impossible love story becomes something much bigger: the words he writes don't stay on the page. Somewhere, in a world that shouldn't exist, they're changing the life of someone truly trapped, someone who's only waiting for him to find the courage to rewrite the ending before it's too late.
A novel about the power of words, about waiting, about the voices that reach only those who truly know how to listen.
One voice. One notebook. One impossible mystery.
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<\/strong>\u2714 Metaphysical Thrillers
\u2714 Magical Realism
\u2714 Mysterious Parks
\u2714 Slow-Burning Mysteries
\u2714 Stories About Stories
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