When feeling down orLacking energy to liveSugar’s your best friend.
“Earl, do you remember when we met?” “I remember it was a cold winter far colder than this one. And I was getting home from school. You were being chased by a gaggle and were trying to get away from that gander, which was not ready to give up on attacking you.” Earl chuckles atContinue reading “On life and love with Edda and Earl”
Hey, it’s me, Clara! You don’t know me yet, but you will. I mean you will, through my stories and what I have to say. Which is not very important for the world, but it is for me, cause it’s my life. And my life has had some ups and downs some bumps along theContinue reading “Clara’s Adventures”
It’s getting late and we still have so much to work. Cracking this is taking the life out of us. And when you think about it, this is only one out of hundreds we have to finish. I guess we need more team mates. After today, I don’t know how much we are going toContinue reading “On the construction site”
‘Have I ever told you I used to be a fairy?’ The children looked at her incredulously. ‘Of course I used to be a fairy, how else could I have lived in an enchanted forest?’ ‘What’s an enchanted forest, Miss?’ ‘Oh, didn’t you know? An enchanted forest is where dreams come to life and whereContinue reading “The Enchanted Forest”
This is how a short story begins, with an image in mind. My 7 words stories for this photograph look something like this: You asked me to marry you here. Just one more look before I jump. Adiós querido José, tus cenizas quedarán aquí.
Judged, misunderstood, Different from all the othersI am metaphor.
Isn’t “used to” such a complex, depressing structure? I used to smile… I used to have fun… I used to be happy… But now I’m not any of those. Now… I struggle. And the more I struggle, the more I realize “used to” is an awful structure that seems to be stuck with me likeContinue reading “Diary through anxiety”
Originally posted on Psychochromatic Redemption:
Just finished a quick tidy up in my closet, before getting ready to go out. I wouldn’t have done it, but couldn’t find my mascara nor my kohl pencil. So I had to search everywhere. The toughest part was my closet, because, man, that place is like a labyrinth. You…