Ioana Stefania
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We are the creators of our own life. We draw with words the deepest desires and turn them into reality through our essence: love. We are creation itself.
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We have a dream
By the age of 23 I was controlled by negative emotions, which made me see only the dark side of people. The only oasis of peace and quiet was offered to me only when I read or wrote. But things weren't going to stay that way because I found out the Secret.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Motivation
Return of the night owl
It had been about twenty minutes since I had left the lake behind and I had slowly set off for the small forest that stretched like an old cat at the foot of the small hill. It was a wonderful spring day. The sun gently caressed with its rays the vegetation that had been reborn like a phoenix bird, breathing again after a long cold winter. The sky, stained by fluffy clouds, was crossed by the traveling birds returning from their long vacation. The bees were buzzing, feeding on the nectar of the colorful flowers that embroidered the green garment. I loved spring. Along with it, I was also blooming. I would open my wings like a Tailed Judy butterfly and let myself be overwhelmed by the spring air.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Fiction
Life Unleashed
At the end of a beautiful summer day I received as a gift from my friend a small ball of fur painted with white and a wonderful shade of orange. It was like a fluffy cloud caressed by the rays of the scorching sun. I named that little wonder Ares, like the well-known god of war in Greek mythology. Besides the fact that I always had a fascination with Greek mythologies, my little friend was a real warrior. He wrapped his sharp teeth in everything he caught, he barked all day long and if you tried to get close to his food you risked unleashing chaos. The first few months were a little harder, but along the way he replaced the bite with kisses and barking with a look that melted your heart. The only thing unchanged was the aggressive reaction he had when someone was trying to get close to his food, but I loved him anyway. For me it was perfect, no matter what.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Petlife
Short stories
Letter to you, Dad. I would start by asking you the questions that grind my soul, but I would not succeed other than being more confused than I already am. I don't want you to think that I'm reproaching you for anything, but deep down in my soul, I admit that I wish you could sometime read these lines and be struck by a pain full of remorse.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Confessions
