Samantha Kaszas
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Experienced Storyteller. Amateur Writer.
Here to tell stories and sharpen my craft.
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Sundays Are For Redemption
The sun always seems to shine brighter on Sundays. Go figure. I guess the day is named for it after all. I really wish it wouldn’t be so damn bright and joyful. The denim overalls I’m wearing are trapping in the heat like Mama’s old oven, and I can already feel sweat dampening my thighs so the material chafes my skin. Jean is the worst for chafing. If it gets real bad, you end up with little traces of blue fabric stuck in the open sores. Not easy to get out. I awkwardly hop around trying to tug at the overalls and shift them into a more comfortable position. It doesn’t help that they are about two sizes too small and I should’ve gotten a new pair over a year ago.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Families
Born in December. Top Story - February 2021.
I was born in December. Two weeks late. Originally due to be a Scorpio but fate had destined me for a Sagittarius. I come from a long line of Sagittarius. My Father and I share the same birthday of December 3rd, his father before him on December 2nd, and my Mother is December 13th. Not only is my mother a Sagittarius but her rising sign is also a Sagittarius. Turn up the heat! That’s a whole lotta fire signs in one house baby.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Futurism
I Sat in Silence for 10 Days
January, 2020. I flew from Toronto, ON to Calgary, AB. From there, I drove 4 hours East, straight to the middle-of-nowhere prairies. It was icy, bare and windy. The horizon stretched for miles ahead. The sky and land blended in tones of gray, brown, pink and powder blue. Patches of ice and snow filled in the depressions in the fields, whispers of dried-up lake-beds and glaciers of the past. Every once in a while, a gnarled and barren tree would dot the rolling fields that sprawled ahead, behind and to the sides. Not much shelter from the wind that roared across the open space. My heart beat faster and faster the further I drove into that expanse. Until I arrived. At the Alberta, Vipassana centre in the village of Youngstown. Population of 154.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Psyche
The Little House in the Rocky Mountains
I still remember how it felt, when I was 5 years old and we’d make the 10-hr drive through the winding highways of the Rocky Mountains. For some reason when I think back to that drive, I always remember it during winter, and at night. I guess because those times we did make the drive during the winter months were the most memorable. The sky-scraping mountains covered in pearlescent white snow; the thick sea of evergreens capped with fresh powder; the “S” shaped road constantly twisting and turning, our suburban hugging the side of the mountain, a sheer drop toward the valley on the other side. Sometimes I would nod off so the drive would pass by faster, other times it would snow and I would be wide awake. I may have been young but I was keenly aware of the times I’d heard my parents talk about the fatal crashes that happened on the icy Trans-Canada Highway. The breathtaking scenery, the adrenaline rush of traveling at 100+km/hr halfway up the side of a mountain. It was all part of the journey. Of my favourite journey, the one that went home.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Families
True Blood, It's Fang Lickin' Good. Top Story - February 2021.
Does it have vampires? I’m in. I don’t know what it is about vampires but I have been obsessed from a young age. I’m not talking pre-teen young when Twilight came out (which as far as vampire stories go, does not rank high for me), I’m talking 6 years old when I still had baby teeth but was dreaming about having fangs. No, I’m serious. I literally dreamed about meeting vampires and begging them to turn me into a vampire too. Which they never agreed too… Even in my dreams I can’t be the dream version of myself!
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Geeks
Before she was Here.
Claudine held her breath as she slid out of the room. She was extra careful not to step on the creaky floor board just across the threshold. This was her sixth night sneaking out past curfew. So far, she’d run into no problem at all, but that didn’t stop her tiny heart from pounding beneath her nightgown. Now safely out of the dormitory, Claudine moved quickly. Excitement flushed her cheeks. The rate at which she moved may have caused more of a commotion if she were someone of a larger stature, but the bobbing blonde head sat atop a child’s body. This girl was no more than 4 years old. Her bare feet padded softly over the cold and aged stones of the main hallway. This place, with its long grey shadows, was becoming familiar to her, though she wasn’t sure how long she had been Here. It was longer than someone her age could keep track of and she was beginning to forget what life was like Before. Fear pricked at her neck and water threatened her eyes. Claudine shook her head violently. She didn’t understand why she was Here but she knew she was on a mission.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Families
A Creative Space. First Place in Cozy Corner Challenge.
A few years ago a close friend and mentor asked me if I had a special space for creativity in my home. As someone who has been in one creative profession or the other for the past decade, you might think my automatic answer would be "Well, of course!"... but that wasn't the case. In fact her question surprised me! I didn't have a special creative space set up. I had never even thought of setting one up. Maybe it's because in this day and age, I am so used to having my professional or creative work at my fingertips in this slim, metallic, magical box that I can open up anywhere, anytime and continue my life's mission. So because I had had no need to create my own special artistic place, I hadn't.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Journal
How I Overcame Toxic Female Friendships
Every woman I know has been there; caught in a vicious, toxic relationship with their best female friend. “Frenemies”. It’s a label and a lifestyle that has been shoved down our throats by society for years. Some of the greatest hit teen movies and books centre around the theme of toxic female relationships; Mean Girls, Thirteen, Gossip Girl, the Betty & Veronica comics.
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Humans
"Honey, I'm home!" Walking into a Dream.. Third Place in Dream Home Challenge.
Are you one of those people who has spent endless hours with your head in the clouds, thinking about your dream house? Do you have a Pinterest board with jaw-dropping inspo photos and enough DIY projects to fill a lifetime? Well I am right there with you! I have always been in awe of gorgeous architecture, unique home décor and custom landscapes. At this point I have close to 25 years of daydreaming about my dream home under my belt and I’d love to share some of my ideas with you! Now come along as we step through the front door!
By Samantha Kaszas5 years ago in Lifehack
