Joanna Ścibior
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sunset loving rosy soul, the one who dances in the rain and salutes the moon on a yoga mat, breathing in the creative juices of the night to aid her writing
Stories (8)
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The Brighter The Light
‘Aren't we damn supposed to, though? No change is no growth. I ain't gonna be sorry for being different now so if you wanna keep judging me by that, then sayonara, girl. We can't be friends no more.’ She explains for the voice in her AirPods to hear, her nostrils flaring in bitter frustration.
By Joanna Ścibior4 years ago in Fiction
Real life or fantasy?
The sun peeked from behind the cloud and gently licked her face with its rays, showering her freckled cheeks with love. She stopped walking for a moment - a trail of brisk footprints still visible on the misty grass behind her; a myriad of dust specks still swirling around in an enchanting dance.
By Joanna Ścibior4 years ago in Fiction
More Cancer Today Than I Was Yesterday
When I walked past this mesmerising London sunset view today, my heart instantly filled with all the feel-good vibes one can imagine. I was fully present in the moment, captivated by the scene built of many little puzzles known to be dear to my soul.
By Joanna Ścibior5 years ago in Psyche
Gift Ideas for A Newborn Baby: Family-owned and Instagram-friendly Businesses Edition
Everyone seems to be getting pregnant these days, don't they? And you have just found out your friend joined the gang too. The quarantine baby boom seems like a thing more than ever all of a sudden. It's almost like a whole new generation is about to make their entrance into this strange pandemic world. Yet another reason to think 2020 is a true game-changer in terms of shaping the future of the whole planet (especially since babies are the future in quite a literal sense), huh?
By Joanna Ścibior5 years ago in Families
Thankful to Be Me
A few quick blinks in an attempt to get rid of the haze blurring my vision. A shake of my pigtail-donned head to get the soil off my hair. The first deep breath the moment my mom removed the dry mud from my nose and throat. And the very first conscious thought I can remember after that little fall down a muddy rabbit hole... Looking at my tiny grazed hands, all my sparkling eyes focused on was the dirty bundle of plush I had grabbed onto during the tumble.
By Joanna Ścibior5 years ago in Motivation
