Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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The Light That Learned to Walk
They say the first light of morning is older than the sun — that it’s the echo of something that never stopped moving. For years, I thought I understood that kind of immortality. The still kind. The kind that doesn’t breathe, only waits. I thought endurance meant survival. I was wrong.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
Under the Skin, There Are Roads
They say we leave our trails in ourselves, not in the world. Every grief, every year we pretended not to notice, every small vow broken softly—none of it vanishes. It hides in the body and waits. Bones remember angles even after posture changes. Scars memorize what language forgets. Blood, it turns out, is an archivist with a key to every locked room.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Humans