The water boiling from the kettle seems too loud, taking too much time, attracting too much attention. To who or what I do not know but I do not like it. I flip my phone in the air one more time to ease the nerves that do not let me go Continue reading
Every night when I was young, my father used to tell me stories. Stories about monsters living in our world, lurking in the dark, looking for new prey to catch. Naive people, too irresponsible, foolish to listen to their parents, acting courageous and venture into the night, trying to find if the stories were true or not. Continue reading
‘te motu ngaro.’
In Maori it means ‘the lost island’. No one can find it. No one can leave.
Once lost, it is not found. Continue reading
With so many ideas coming and going in and out of my head every day, it’s hard sometimes to find the time to write them all down. And it’s even harder to find the right ones to share with friends, family or others. Because they will judge your stories no matter what, they will think of ways to fix it Continue reading
I am a writer, someone that expresses herself better through quotes, written words, paragraphs or pages, stories that happened to strangers or people known for ages, heroes or villains rather than spoken word. Continue reading