Daniela Alejandra
Bio
Life's a journey and I don't have map.
I long to create worlds like the ones I would read about under the blankets late at night.
Magical realism.
Stories (17)
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Fallout
Corporal Solis tightened his cracked leather belt with stiff fingers, the ragged material of his gloves interfering as if to aggravate him on purpose. He slid to the last notch, noticing it still felt loose. He picked up his backpack and rifle, and struggled to his feet.
By Daniela Alejandra2 years ago in Fiction
Journal Excerpt
I will never forget my first journal, a small spiral notebook with a hot pink cover and pages. The word "Barbie" printed on the front. I must have been about seven or eight years old, but how I loved to fill the pages with details about the latest Disney movie I had watched, or the little thoughts I'd have before bedtime. I specifically remember an entry about watching the Little Mermaid II, and recounting all the details as if I were conversating with my little pink journal.
By Daniela Alejandra2 years ago in Motivation
A Flock of Questions. Top Story - December 2023.
It always occurred when least expected. As the moon stalked me home on late car rides. When I sat under my favorite tree contemplating the cracks in the ground caused by the months of drought. While I bent down to tie my shoe.
By Daniela Alejandra2 years ago in Psyche
Which Character from Disney's Encanto Are You? . Top Story - February 2022.
“SEVEN FOOT FRAME, RATS ALONG HIS BACK!” I sing this line at the top of my lungs at least six times a day since I listen to Disney’s Encanto soundtrack whenever I’m cooking or doing dishes. The count would be higher, but I never wake up in time to cook breakfast. Less dishes for me to clean. Anyways, now that you have this banger stuck in your head let’s come talk about Bruno and the rest of the Madrigals.
By Daniela Alejandra4 years ago in Humans
Mo'
The rafters of the modest home groaned softly, almost in perfect harmony with the groans of the woman pulling on the shawl hanging from them. Her black hair was damp, sticking to her neck and shoulders due to the perspiration oozing from every pore. Her small frame awkwardly cradled a full-term pregnancy belly that ballooned out as she squatted in the hammock, bracing herself for the next contraction and pushing as hard as she could. She squeezed so tightly that her normally smooth face was suddenly marred by wrinkles as her facial muscles contracted with the rest of her body, her efforts fruitless.
By Daniela Alejandra4 years ago in Fiction
A Letter To My Childhood Bully
Dear You, I thought I had forgotten about you, along with all the memories created by my anxious nine-year-old mind, and yet a glance at your name from my peripheral vision was enough to startle me, like a doe caught in headlights. I hadn’t thought about you for over ten years, ever since the last time I saw you get off of the bus, and never return to our school to torment me again. I didn’t need memories of you, I was barely going to make it to my statistics test, so I shuffled past the name, trying to convince myself that it couldn’t be. I probably read it wrong anyway.
By Daniela Alejandra4 years ago in Humans
