Stories

Dear Lover,   My love, you want to come back home. You want once more to sleep in my bed. To be inside my head and be the main character in my dreams. How can that be? How can’t you see the pain that your words and actions had caused me? Aren’t my scars big enough? Isn’t my heart broken enough?   You want me to forget about your misdoings, to let the past go, so we can move on as nothing had happened. Has if that was possible. Has if my fears can vanish with the same promises you have broken over and over again. There is nothing you can say that I haven’t heard already from your own lips. You praised your own memory but how can’t you remember your own lies?   The money you said spent on me, you actually spent on poison. That only corrupt the love you said you had for me. Talking about poisons, mine was grass yours was snow white but our heads weren’t in the right space of mind. You say you didn’t enjoy seeing me weak and fragile but the moment I started to grow you panick...

The King Jyn  A young King,  the faceless king who watches in the crowd.  Misery and corruption are everywhere,  also the traces of the grim reaper.  Heartbroken crying, followed by a prayer,  to the gods and forces beyond their own,  to the saints who seem to boast before him bathed in power,  while in his mind the King disputes  'Why if they have so much power they don't do anything?  Still figures, dolls at last ...  heroes of legends never before ...  All fake and made of clay!  and then if they exist,  Why the agony that his people live?  A gasp of helplessness, I am as useless as one more!  The tragic faceless king slave of anonymity.  An avatar that like a coward must hide his face.  How much misunderstood agony,  a dilemma that must remain secret ...  Dear King,  you are like a wandering god,  it is nothing more than a being without a compliment,  or a beast wanderi...

  CHOP, CHOP, CHOP Ryan has just read a verse in the Bible he has recently bought, this verse that says that the Christians are children of light, not of darkness. He thinks that it’s sort of weird, to have to belong to this “Inner Light” faction or whatever it is. Light? It’s okay, but it’s got nothing on the night, like now. He’s reading on his Kindle, the only light coming from the clip-on lamp. Feeling thirsty, Ryan turns off the Kindle and makes his way to the door, not bumping into any of the objects scattered around the room. His eyes are rapidly adjusting to the darkness; it’s a gray sort of illumination which gives him just enough direction to make his way around, almost like what a cat or dog might see. Lights would be much too harsh. Then he’s in the hall, padding silently down it as he heads to the kitchen. Except, it’s taking more than just eleven paces to get there. Much more. Almost like it’s become a never-ending hallway. But that’s silly, Ryan knows. Total rubbish....

  Living in the Midst of Depression Hi, my name is Nathania, I am a person who suffers from depression and has been diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). So here I just wanted to share a bit about my depression. Since on the 10th of October that mental awareness is raised worldwide. To give you a bit of background info. The World Health Organization (WHO) done worldwide research in 2019 that 13% which is about 197million people of people suffer from any kind of mental disorder. Mental disorder is not only depression but also suicide, bipolar disorder, mentally disabled, PTSD, PPD, etc. There is a long list to be named. But let's keep that short.  Coming back to depression it is one of my worst nightmare next to being diagnosed with PTSD. But PTSD is a story for another time. If you haven't been through it you will never understand what it means. The darkness, pain, confusion, anxiety, spiraling down with no way out. So yes suicide is for som...

Photograph by @domingo_cabrera   Fearless Child  In my previous story, I said that I was diagnosed when I was 20, this isn’t common. Nowadays, children are getting diagnose younger, and younger. My psychiatrist explained to me that I learned to cope with my symptoms. She was impressed. It wasn’t my parents who forced me to go to therapy, it was my who screamed for help. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed help.  I have been showing symptoms of my condition since I was a child. I learned this in therapy, after analyzing my life. I have an excellent memory and what I don’t remember my parents filled the gaps by telling me stories about my youngest years. I remember being fearless. Things that to a regular child scared them to death, to me were extremely exciting.  I had a very dark, morbid, and clear concept about death from a very young age. Suicidal thoughts are a common symptom among bipolar people. Young children don’t understand the concept of death. Especia...

Photograph by @domingo_cabrera   Diagnosis: Bipolar  When I was 20-years-old I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 2. Suddenly my life made sense. One word explained why I was the way I’m. It was a pill hard to swallow. Especially for my family. My mom hasn’t completely accepted and it’s been 9 years since the diagnosis. I don’t think she will ever fully accept it. I guess is very hard to hear that your only child will need to take medication to be able to function like a regular person for the rest of her life.  I’m very open about my condition with my friends and the people who knows me. But my family, uncles, and aunts, don’t know about it. My parents kept it secret. I guess they didn’t want them to judge me. Also, they didn’t want the world to judge me. Because even though I’m happy and I don’t see why I should keep it a secret, I know people judged people like me.  That’s the reason why I’m writing a series of stories about the reality of how truly is to be...

  Breaking the Ice without Sinking like the Titanic! Okay, so in my last story, I taught you how to create a solid profile. On this one, I’m going to teach you how to break the ice! The chats, especially the starts can be so fucking repetitive and boring! Hi, how are you? How was your day? Where do you live? What do you do? #disgusting #sleepy #next So what can we do to bring some spiciness to the chats without sounding like thirsty whores? Unless that’s what you want, totally valid, but in general not a good strategy. Because even when I’m thirsty I don’t go for the womanizers, you guys disgust me #SorryNotSorry. Those horrible direct lines make sound alarms in my head “STDS, RUN, FAST, UNMATCHED” We need to be smart boys and girls! Yes, God/evolution, whatever your beliefs are, gave us a brain! Fucking used it! Creativity is the key to a cunning, sexy, entertaining chat. No matter what your end goal is while using the app if it is a serious relationship or just pure sex. If you w...

  Let’s talk about dating apps this time. I think we can all agree that even though there are several on the market we all know which one is the king. It’s the one and only Tinder. I’m talking from a straight-heterosexual perspective.  Our phones are so attached to our hands nowadays, and our headphones/earplugs to our ears that is almost impossible to meet a person in a regular environment. I’m a very extrovert person and I make new friends all the time, but I haven’t met a guy that I have gone on a date, I think in years, if ever, in a bar or a cafe, that happens on movies or Netflix shows.  For the all of you that have been living under a rock or have been married since high school (if you have been dating the same person for more than two years I considerer you have been married and if you are under thirty I’m a little disgust #LOL) let me explain to you that Tinder is a dating application. The concept is pretty easy, you swipe right if you like the profile of the per...

My friends call me shameless. Guys call me a “She-Devil”. I got excited when my friend Zuzu told me about the idea of this website. I decided to give it a try and write a series of short stories about my experiences, skills, good and terrible dates. I don’t have the courage to use my real name. So I will use the nickname men have given me. You are evil! The Devil! So why not? I will embrace it. For the purpose of this blog or whatever you want to call it, I will like to be known as Lucy, Morning Start. The female version of the original name of the Devil (because I also love that show on Netflix)  Some people may say is not very creative. To which I reply: Fuck you! You don’t have to like my stories. You don’t even have to read them. I do it for myself! And to help other women in the process. Because girls! You know what? The best part of a dating app is not finding the right man is playing with guy's minds! #EvilLaugh  I know a lot of people are going to criticize this. But f...