Ivan Rejolio
Bio
Passionate about creative nonfiction, I craft essays, stories, and poems exploring human experiences. With a background in psychology, publishing, and journalism, I blend storytelling with insights on how words shape us.
Stories (3)
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The Night the Rain Spoke
The rain-soaked night that changed everything remains etched in my memory like a whispered secret. The rhythmic patter against the roof was almost soothing, lulling me to sleep. But as I lay there, the rain seemed louder than usual, stripping away the distractions of the day, leaving only my thoughts and the stillness of my room.
By Ivan Rejolio11 months ago in Horror
The Blank Page
I still remember the countless times I’d stare at a blank page, my mind racing with ideas that seemed to vanish the moment I tried to grasp them. It was as if the page was taunting me, daring me to fill its emptiness with words that hid just beyond my reach.
By Ivan Rejolio11 months ago in Humans
The Whispers of the Sea and the Cave at Dusk
The first time I truly listened to the sea, it spoke in a language I couldn’t understand—but one I could feel. The waves didn’t just crash; they whispered, warned, and hummed secrets only the wind seemed to comprehend. The black-winged birds circling above weren’t just moving shadows against the dying light; they were messengers, calling out in eerie, rhythmic cries as if announcing something unseen. And then there was the cave—a dark, unblinking eye carved into the shore, watching in silence. I had sat on that sand countless times, but this evening felt different. The beach was familiar, yet suddenly, I wasn’t sure I belonged.
By Ivan Rejolio12 months ago in Humans
