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Once upon a Halloween night, when all the spirits roam free the night streets, people wearing scary costumes go trick or treating, wind softly blowing autumn colored leaves causing them to fall in what feels like leaf snowing , there was a Carnival, unlike any other.
Clowns, acrobats, flame eaters, magic tricks, accordion players at every corner, singing monkeys, games for all ages and booths that each have something different to say and show, give the Carnival an eerie feel.
Children running happy asking their parents for candy and animal balloons, and teenagers choosing spooky houses with labyrinths and mirrors, some even going for card readings, curious to know what future held for them. The smell of caramelized apples and cotton candy wafted through the air.
Lots of illuminated pumpkins diverse forms and shapes were lined up on each side of the alley. Trees all around made it all seem a living fairy tale. It was magical. Perfect even.
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I take a deep breath and exhale the air ever so slowly as if it’s my last breath. Today’s the big day, and my heart is slamming against my ribs .My palms are sweating heavy and my head spins. I never done anything like this in my life and I’m nervous as hell .They say there’s a first time for anything.
You’ve never really lived until you haven’t done something that sets your soul free and makes you feel alive for the first time. And it’s exactly what I’m about to do.
This is my time. My life. My call. And my decision. I don’t care what anyone else says. I got the right to choose. Damned if I’ll let anyone get in my way to freedom. I already am like a bird that’s about to break loose from its cage and fly away.
My phone buzzes with an incoming message and snaps me out of my thoughts, which now are more like an entangled mass of metal wire. Throwing a quick glance over the suitcase ,I see it’s from Megan. My best friend and the person who’s been supporting my every choice and carefully watched from within the shadows my every step. She’s seen me at my lowest, and never, not even one single moment doubted me.
“You’re not only my very best friend, Becsie. You are my whole world, the sister I’ve always wanted but never had. I want you to remember that every time you’re alone.” That’s what she’s always told me. God, I’ll miss her so damn much, that thinking about it makes me get second thoughts about leaving.
No, Becca. This is your only fucking chance to write the story you want. Who knows, maybe even have that happy ending you deserve so much.
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