Nadia

Joined June 2021

7 stories

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I've loved writing for as long as I can remember. There's a certain appeal in the ability to create a work of art from a simple thought or an image of inspiration. The possibilities are endless.

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Timeless Brick
If walls could talk. If walls could talk, I guarantee there’s a million things they would say. I know there’s a million things I’d love to say. But of course, walls can’t talk.
By Nadia3 years ago in Fiction
Outré
Why? Why don’t they like me? Why don’t they see me? I’m always left alone. Barely even breathing. One step forward.
By Nadia3 years ago in Poets
Regrets
My soul has been ripped apart. Ripped to shreds by the same false hope I never let go. Everyone I once loved has been lost in the darkness.
By Nadia3 years ago in Poets
When Darkness Falls
They come at night when all is still. As I lay silent, through my body comes a sudden chill. I hear the whispers calling out my name.
By Nadia3 years ago in Poets
Thalasso
“I had the dream again.” My mom stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me. “The dream? The same one?” She asked me with what looked like concern in her eyes.
By Nadia4 years ago in Fiction
Home
I always expected greatness from myself. I took pride in somehow always being better than those around me. I don’t really know what it is, but it’s almost as if I have to prove myself over and over again. A lot of people say I’m conceited, and maybe I am, but I don’t see it that way. I don’t care about materialistic things or anything like that, but for some reason I have to be better, to do better in every way. My mom says I have a perfectionist complex, who knows, maybe she’s right.
By Nadia5 years ago in Fiction
Someday
The world used to be beautiful, or so I’ve been told. That’s kind of hard to imagine when all I’ve seen for the past twenty years has been nothing but smog and dust. Something happened long ago, but nobody, not even The Olden, is really sure what. All we know is that there was some type of explosion a few centuries ago that basically decimated huge land masses along with the people and animals living on them. The Olden call it “The Great Pyre” because it consumed everything around it. No one has ever questioned them since they are the oldest members of our society, they must know what they’re talking about. As for me, I’m pretty sure it was a bomb that went off. I read about them in the library where I work, but nobody ever listens to me.
By Nadia5 years ago in Fiction

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