Ivoni Anna
Bio
As a writer hailing from London with a touch of Greek flavor, I am constantly enchanted by the siren call of the written word. My passion for putting pen to paper is so powerful, it keeps me up at night and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Footprints Through a Snowy Dream
It was the kind of winter morning that always begins with silence. The world outside was still, covered in a thick, pristine blanket of snow that softened every edge and muted every sound. I was sitting by the window, my face pressed against the cool glass, when the call came. A voice from the door, loud and eager, made my heart leap.
By Ivoni Anna about a year ago in Families
Embers in the Snow
The soft chime of my alarm pulled me gently from sleep. The first thing I noticed was the warmth surrounding me—the thick, fur-lined bedding cradling me as though I were still wrapped in winter’s dream. For a moment, I stayed there, half-awake, reveling in the softness, savoring the cocoon of comfort before the cold day began. But curiosity tugged at me, and I finally peeled myself from the blankets, the crisp hotel room air nipping at my skin.
By Ivoni Anna about a year ago in Families
