📷 All credits go to the owner of the photo, @fotosdenada "Hey! Watch out, ma'am!". A rollerskater nearly collided with me, distracting me from my thoughts for just a second. A bit more aware

📷 The following text can be (and should be) read as a follow up for the Laughter storyline, born a couple of freewrites ago. I'm very fond of the main characters, and I'd love to develop them for you

📷 Preliminares Para mí, el humilde deseo de convertirme en escritora siempre ha estado ahí. Algunos personajes han crecido a mi lado, tomando forma pacientemente, y sus historias se fusionan con las mías

📷 Briefing For me, the humble desire of becoming a writer has always been there. Some characters have grown up by my side, patiently taking shape, and their stories merge with mine at least at some point.

Did you run away? Did you run away? I don’t need to know If you ran away If you ran away, come back home Just come home The warmth of a twirling sunray, guided by the wind on the bedroom curtains, slowly

📷 The following text can be (and should be) read as a follow up for the Laughter storyline, born a couple of freewrites ago. I'm very fond of the main characters, and I'd love to develop them for you

📷 @zoexantelamv I decided to go for a brief walk this morning. My soul has been feeling so tore and ripped apart lately that I might end cross-eyed. One eye looking at you and the other turned inward.

[EN] Here I am, catching up with some of the Inktober's prompts I didn't want to leave unfulfilled. The following artwork is a combination of four prompts: weak (#15), breakable (#20), stretch (#26) and

📷 She is a fragile being. Her oldest memory is a scary bat hanging on the roof over her baby crib, and that is not a metaphor although it could be. As a kid, her predilect activity was to read, because

📷 She opened her eyes to the cold, salty breeze of an early Sunday morning. At the tightening of her muscles, she felt the remaining tiredness of last day's fieldwork. The team had been at the rocky shore

📷 Today had begun as a regular day, with the usual tiredness and loneliness of late. As soon as I was ready, I got into the subway. I remember having to wait more than just a few minutes; public transport

I've been wanting to join the Inktober movement for a few Octobers now, but always felt discouraged by the fact that I probably wouldn't achieve consistency in doing it. I decided to don't give a fuck

📷 Vero89 first appeared in my life on a hazy, blurry afternoon. July had hit me pretty hard with the fact that the year would soon be over and I was not transiting the so-long expected path. There was

Those who know me are aware of the fact that I rarely feel safe or comfortable enough to straight speak about the stuff that weighs me down, even if they aren't directly related to the listener. Since

© @zoexantelamv I'm starting this paragraphs with nothing but a slight hope of feeling a bit better when I get to "the end". Although this will be posted on my blog, it is being written for no

Taken from @sndbox Hello everyone! While trying to curate for a while (I've been having these headaches for a week and three days now), I came across this @sndbox initiative. Every Monday, they will be

© @zoexantelamv Hello, dear readers. If you have been following my not-so-consistent blog, you are probably expecting my first work of fiction ever posted on Steemit. I'm sorry, today is not the day, but

I know I said that my next post was intended to be my (very) late entry to the #constrainedwriting contest, but someone (@rasamuel) had a brilliant idea. So here I am, sharing the English version of one

📷 I'm taking a break from "work" to write a few lines and try to excuse myself for not posting in almost two weeks. Not that too many readers care about the productivity of my blog, right? These

© @zoexantelamv Warning: If you haven't noticed so far, this is going to be a very personal text. That won't keep me away from the keyboard anymore, so you're on your own risk if you decide to continue