Autumn
The sound this rain makes
recalls the flow of your tears
on your face, certainly not on mine,
whose source of such seems to have become shy
Author: Intro. Creative Writing
Poetry
Welcome Home
A little girl standing on a brownish wooden porch,
A “Welcome home” doormat on it, lying still, homely,
mockingly. She just got back from school, a fading smile
on her face, her curly hair in a bun, pink shoes, wool white gloves on each hand.
Fiction
Captains Don’t Leave the Ship
We’re in the middle of nowhere. I’m serious. Empty, cold, cruel and vast, that’s how I would describe space, this deafening infinity spreading all around the only home I’ve ever known. I’m a third-generation occupant on this spaceship. My mother may have passed away when I was younger, but I’m still lucky enough to hear all of my grandmother’s stories about Earth.
Fiction
A Bar of Soap
inderella is playing on the television. It is an old VHS, although it is not old yet: we are in 2002 and the whole family is arguing, as always around those years. I say that the whole family is arguing, but it is not true.
Fiction
Hair Problems
The argument started the way arguments often do, on a Sunday afternoon during a family reunion. The day had been quiet so far, Clara and her dad had brought dessert and they were about to eat it in the living room, where Clara’s grandmother was bringing a tray with coffee cups and a coffee pot.
Fiction
The Mind Reader
They hate me. I know they do. With their smiles, their laughs, they all seem to be quite enjoying themselves, and it seems so easy. They’re all talking over one another, as if there’s a competition that I’m not aware of, and the winner will be the loudest; it’s deafening!
Poetry
Bitter Betrayal
So this is how it ends. With hundred eyes watching.
Traitors, cowards and innocents. All meant to be one,
Indeed you are. There is no salvation today.
Poetry
As Feminist As You Can Be
Like the damned Adam and Eve,
I am bound to deceive
By the snake whispering
So, see he’s still stupid.