Chiara Ann Vicary
Bio
By reading my stories you'll see I am no professional writer. I started writing as an escape. It helped me when I was in a very depressed mindset. Add in an overactive imagination. I started writing down what I would see I my mind.
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Healing
Excerpt from the book I'll never write #8 It was a cold Monday morning. The kind that almost felt cruel as the chill seeped into the skin underneath the layers of fabric. Christine had not experienced this for as long as she could remember. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept through the night and woke rested. It was as if she had spent the last 12 months in a limbo-state. She was only half there for the last 365 days. The pain kept her awake most nights and only medication could send her to sleep. More often than not though, she would wake not feeling rested. Waking slowly off medication is not the same nor is it as nice as waking to the golden morning light. The understated shadows that were being formed by the shutter style blinds told her it was mid morning. The birds chirping that once annoyed her now held contentment and delight. She felt calm, content and desire. Desire of wanting to get up and face the day. Even if it was just for a cup of tea.
By Chiara Ann Vicary4 years ago in Fiction
Village Routine
Sitting alone in her room, Claudia stares at the clothes spilling out of her wardrobe. It reminded her of a time when she used to have a life, at least be an active participant in life. Striking a match to light another cigarette. The alarm starts blaring. Its been years since she has been woken by an alarm. Rather naturally at least 20 minutes before hand. Still, she sets it. A calm routine in it.
By Chiara Ann Vicary4 years ago in Confessions
Divine Vision Statement
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of joining Kira Love and some other transformative mentors in a journey to create my first Diving Vision Statement. I had tried almost exactly a year before and hadn't been able to get it done. [I now realize that I had a lot of healing to do first, this year it came much more natural and easy].
By Chiara Ann Vicary4 years ago in Motivation
You weren't there.
I turned away from him and grabbed hold of the edge of the kitchen bench. Willing that it would support me throughout this night. I had been cooking us some dinner when he arrived home. Drenched from the downpour that was slashing at our window. He had thrown the incriminating photos on the table demanding answers. I knew what the photos contained, after all I was there myself. Intoxicated, upset and looking for some affection I had found myself at an old friend's place. As if in a movie scene, the kiss happened and then the realization snapped. A moment too late but with the precise timing of the camera flash. I had run out of there, dazed and confused, stumbled my way onto a street and managed to get myself home.
By Chiara Ann Vicary5 years ago in Fiction
The Run to Freedom
Wolves called to her in the middle of the night. 10am in the morning. 3pm in the afternoon. While she did the washing and whilst she cooked the dinner. They howled for her to join them day and night. Restless, wanting and unsure she went to bed each night wide awake until the sun rose in the morning along with their calls and another day would begin.
By Chiara Ann Vicary6 years ago in Futurism
Domestic Violence
****WARNING*** This story could be a trigger for anyone who has survived a violence The rain lashed at the windows, coming in waves. Isolated and alone she sat shivering in the cold. Another tear fell down her cheek pulling her knees tighter to her chest. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into such a tight ball that she would disappear, or at the very least, allow the thin, worn blanket to cover her entire person. She dare not move for fear the cement surrounding her would instantly give her frostbite. Perhaps her feet were already ice and instead just shatter upon touching something solid. Any icy inhalation forced another violent shudder down her body. More tears came with each breath of pain.
By Chiara Ann Vicary6 years ago in Criminal
His Safety Net
I stood there, the soft white silk gently kissing the curves of my body as the lace edge flowed softly. The simple straps waiting to slide down my arms. I stared into the depth of the oceans captured within his deep blue eyes. Knowing that from this moment on I would be safe. I would know love and I would feel it with every fibre of my being and know that whatever may come it will never be enough to destroy us. As long as I could hold onto that hope, that feeling, all I would have to do is look in his eyes.
By Chiara Ann Vicary6 years ago in Humans
