Nicholas Mercogliano
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Just a 24 year old from Boston, MA trying to make my way into the writer's community and share my thoughts and ideas with other creators!
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The Girl With the Trifold Mirror
There once was a girl with a trifold mirror… She looked into the mirror, and she saw three different reflections of herself. The first was who she was, the second was who she is, and the third was who she wanted to be. To make eye contact with the first reflection frightened her. This reflection wanted nothing more than to drag her down. It wanted to fool her into thinking that her past experiences defined who she was today and to make her feel as if she was unable to move forward and become a better person. This version of herself was a victim with all the right excuses to not try. She knew that this malicious version of herself had to be put in the past where it belonged, so she picked up a heavy wooden brush off of her dresser and smashed this reflection into pieces, providing her with an immediate sense of relief and a desire to never look at this reflection again.
By Nicholas Mercogliano4 years ago in Humans
A Feeling in the Wind
What a feeling it is to sit here on some of God’s greenest grass and breathe in the fresh air that so many of us take for granted. I have a new habit that I try my best to practice every single day. I count all the small things that I once never cared to appreciate. For example, I am currently sitting on freshly mowed grass and watching the sun go down. The ice cream truck passed by a few moments ago, and that catchy ice cream truck jingle is now playing on repeat in my head. To my right, I see children playing in a park. They smile and shout for joy as they swing on the monkey bars, run back and forth with sugar fueled energy, and play on the jungle gym. I find their happiness delightfully contagious. To my left, I see an elderly couple taking advantage of the shade provided by a tall oak tree. They are sitting on what looks to me like a psychedelic, multi colored quilt. They are enjoying each others warm embrace while also enjoying the cool breeze of a summer night. The wind is starting to pick up, and I have every intention of going with it. I’ll let it blow through me and take away my troubles and worries. I’ll stand up and let it knock me back down, knowing what a great feeling it is to get back up on my feet. I’ll even let it sweep away the pages that I am writing on right now. I’ll watch them fly far away and hope my words land in somebody else’s lap who may need to hear them more than I need to keep them. You see, I truly love knowing that I can take basic observations or simple thoughts that cross my mind and turn them into elegant collections of words that could perhaps make people take a second look at their surroundings and appreciate the small and commonly ignored parts of day-to-day life. I can take something dull and meaningless like a pair of blue jeans, and turn them into low-cut, fashionably tight European blue denims. Or take an old bracelet, and instead make it a shiny and handsomely jeweled antique trinket. Taking something and accompanying it with a few unique and descriptive words gives it character. It also provides it with a second chance to catch an audience's attention. In today's world, we are all in such a rush to get to our next destination that we stubbornly walk past so many people, places, and things that are very much worthy of a few minutes of our time. Simply saying hello and giving a kind wave to that man on a park bench, or holding the door for a fellow human who has their hands full could very well be the act of kindness that makes their day. With that being said, I would like to wrap this up by explaining that I have been blessed with the God-given talent of articulateness. A talent such as this gives me the ability to try to convince my audience to simply slow down, smell the flowers, and take another look at the things in their lives that they could possibly be under appreciative of without even realizing it. I am able to take what is average and turn it into something beautiful. Because of this, I will continue to write and create, as I now know that it is my soul’s purpose to create beautiful things and to share them with others. Hoping that it inspires someone else to do the same.
By Nicholas Mercogliano5 years ago in Fiction
