Hello lovely followers,

I’m sorry about the lack of content in the past months. I’ve been busy with school, and spending a lot of time with my boyfriend before he left for the summer. But I’m working on my thesis project write now, which will be a collection of short stories. So I’m reading a lot. A lot. I’ll be reviewing the books on here, and getting back to consistently.

I’m currently reading:

On Writing by Stephen King.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

and

S. by J.J. Abrams.

So look for those reviews to come.

"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine."

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Hello lovely followers! So, my second short story was published last night, and I would really appreciate if you guys would check it out, reblog this, like it, or whatever.

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Silence by Cristina Fariaz

Synopsis: A quiet, empty house gathers itself in a young man’s mind as he looks back…

(via endlesslyshifting)

"I’m not anyone, I’m just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I’m something you can’t help."

— Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."

— Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

"There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it."

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

"What would come, would come…and you would have to meet it, when it did."

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

"It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour"

— Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Hello lovely followers! So, my second short story was published last night, and I would really appreciate if you guys would check it out, reblog this, like it, or whatever.

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Silence by Cristina Fariaz

Synopsis: A quiet, empty house gathers itself in a young man’s mind as he looks back at a failed relationship. A micro-story on happiness and human relationships.

The water is persistent, except for when the pipes freeze in December. But it’s July and the dripping of the faucet commands Miles’ attention. It’s minute, the ever-escaping droplet, but it’s there and it’s breaking the silence he would rather have whole.

Click the image or here to check out my piece. I love all the support you guys have given so far. Thanks so much.