Qu3zia V3iga
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I'm trying to write a book.
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August: 05
It was the fourth day of the last week of junior year when Jason and Behati broke up. This originally started as a buzz among the students. And essentially it was just a whisper from someone who saw the two of them arguing on the football field near the stands in penultimate class. The gossip said they were so angry with each other that from afar you could see smoke coming out of their ears.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky: 003
Dear God, A common thing between families is that they always talk about their children’s birth history. About how happy it is, how tragic or funny, or how one of the parents passed out. I think this history keeps families together and creates happy memories that will keep them strong when the bad moments come, with life starting becoming so real, so cruel.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky:002
Dear God, A common thing between families is that they always talk about their children’s birth history. About how happy it is, how tragic or funny, or how one of the parents passed out. I think this history keeps families together and creates happy memories that will keep them strong when the bad moments come, with life starting becoming so real, so cruel.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky
Dear God, I don't know how to do it. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m lost. Or because I’m drowning in my thoughts. Or because I need to talk to someone, but I don’t want to talk to my brother at this moment, not right now at least. Either way, I need to talk, to get the words out of my head, out of my heart.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
I finally got up the courage to write my first book.
I’m Quezia, I'm 18 years old, and I’m a Brazilian girl. I started reading books regularly when I was 12, and as a reader, and a kid, I had this huge imagination, thus when I was 13 I started to have the desire to write a story that was only mine. But, unfortunately for me, I believed that I was not prepared enough to write a story, that I needed experience, and that I needed to be older to write my stories. I kept that thought for a long time. I think deep down in my heart, I was afraid of being a terrible writer. Honestly, I still have this fear.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Journal
