Gabriela Tone
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I’ve always had a strong interest in psychology. I’m fascinated by how the mind works, why we feel the way we do, and how our past shapes us. I enjoy reading about human behavior, emotional health, and personal growth.
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Petals and Footsteps
Petals and Footsteps In the hush of a spring morning, beneath a sky still brushing sleep from its eyes, a tiny seed nestled into the soil. The ground, damp with promise and old stories, held it close like a lullaby. Above, the wind whispered lullabies through the leaves, while deep within, something stirred—a whisper of life, a dream taking root. Just beyond the garden wall, in a quiet nursery wrapped in pastel hues and lullabies, a child was born.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Journal
The Chaos Cure
The Chaos Cure Max Torres was the kind of guy who swore he "worked best under pressure." His desktop was a mess of icons, his sock drawer resembled a war zone, and he had missed his last three dentist appointments—not because he was avoiding them, but because he forgot they existed. His roommate, Sasha, often joked that his spirit animal was a whirlwind.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Lifehack
The Clay Jar Hustle
The Clay Jar Hustle Amara's fingers were covered in mud. Not the kind you trudge through on a rainy day—but the soft, silky kind that clung to your skin when you were shaping something beautiful. She sat cross-legged in the corner of her small studio apartment, a wheel spinning before her, a half-formed vase wobbling like a newborn calf. Outside, the buzz of city life continued without her. But inside, in that cluttered, clay-dusted room, Amara was somewhere else entirely.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Journal
A Love Too Alive to Die
A Love Too Alive to Die, Too Broken to Survive It had been three years since they last touched. The coffee shop was the same as it had always been—dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background and the smell of burnt espresso clinging to the corners. Elia sat by the window, her fingers curled around a chipped mug. She watched the rain streak down the glass like time itself had started to weep.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
The Voice in the Wind
The Voice in the Wind In the quiet village of Elowen, where wind whispered through silver-leafed trees and stars gleamed like watchful eyes, lived a girl named Mira. She was known for her kindness, her gentle voice, and her ever-curious heart. But more than anything, Mira was known for one thing she lacked: discernment.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Journal
Through the Window of Wonder
A Child’s View of the World The sun was barely peeking over the rooftops when Lily, age five, pressed her nose against the cold glass of her bedroom window. Her breath fogged the pane in little clouds, and she traced circles into the mist with her finger. Outside, the world stirred to life—birds called softly from the trees, a mailman in a bright blue jacket walked by, and the neighbor’s cat perched on a fencepost like a tiny lion surveying its kingdom.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Psyche
