irina zainea
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I write since I was a little girl, words are my way to walk through life and they are the most powerful form to express my sensitivity. I find my inspiration in real life and I mix it with my imagination, always diving for new stories.
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In the absence of freedom
She was born in a traditional Christian family with a set of strict rules. Since she was a little girl, she learned to be obedient in the smallest details. Pants were considered vulgar even for her age, so dresses and long skirts were her loyal companions since childhood. “Jesus might not love women in pants”, she must have thought.
By irina zainea4 years ago in Humans
An unexpected visit to the Musem
Sarah was lying in bed, in her vintage luxury apartment in Kensington, covered by a yellow fluffy blanket enjoying a vanilla chai cup of tea, in the company of her fancy Chartreux cat. She was in that point of her life, when everything seemed in its place, and nothing had sense anymore in the world. She was working late hours in a prestigious bank in Central London, where she was really respected in her position of Financial Analyst. A job that offered her a comfortable rather wealthy life that made her bank account jump of abundance every month but couldn’t nurture her soul. From the outside, her life seemed perfectly organised and wrapped as nicely as a Christmas present, but inside the box, the signs of unfulfillment, solitude, brokenness and sadness were screaming to come out. It was a hard period at the office, the end of the year was close, and she spent endless hours to finish the financial reports. It was like the entire responsibility of the bank was sitting on her shoulders and she couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. She was a perfectionist by nature, a very hardworking and ethical person, still her resources were coming to an end, and the feeling of burn-out was about to eat her alive every second.
By irina zainea4 years ago in Fiction
