A.M.Radulescu
Bio
Certified bookworm, published author, hopeful dreamer, passionate traveller, cat lover, life enthusiast. Writing about life and self-growth. Get my debut novel at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09JRJ3P5T
Stories (33/0)
- Top Story - August 2021
Certified bookworm, new writer, hopeful dreamer, passionate traveler, cat lover, life enthusiastTop Story - August 2021
Introduction Hi there! I’m Ana Maria Radulescu, but I go by A.M.Radulescu, a subconscious nod to the Potterhead within me. As a teenager, I used to spend most of my money on fantasy and Sci-Fi books. Even back then my dream was to one day see my name on a library display. And even though life took a different course for about 15 years I never forgot that yearning, and I never stopped reading. I guess other things needed to happen first, to mold me into the person I am today and for that journey, I will always be grateful.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Journal
A Web of Questions
Mayra woke up suddenly, her mind a foggy blur. The last thing she remembered was Mother's disappointed gaze, and now as she looked around she found herself in an unfamiliar setting that raised goosebumps on her arms. Where was she? A cold wooden floor full of splints, a patched-up roof, rudimentary beds made of straw, and a chilliness that permeated every fiber of her small 7-year old body. Was this a dream? If so, it was a far cry from her usual ones, full of wonder, valiant princes, and talking animals. She simply did not do nightmares. Those were for the less fortunate and Mayra Abernathy was anything but. The only child of High End's power-couple Melania and Joseph, she was doted upon since birth. A porcelain princess for whom "No" was a foreign word, used only on the lessers. Her parents were self-made people, who built their real-estate empire from scratch, hard-working individuals who hadn't meant to spoil their daughter to such extremes, but misguided love can sometimes have terrible results.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Fiction
How 5 Minutes Can Feel Like an Eternity
Have you ever experienced those excruciating moments before the pregnancy test works its magic? One line or two? One line or two? That agonizing wait, while you’re on the precipice, caught in a state of in-between, is the worst. It can go one way or another, there’s a 50–50 chance (or more accurately, a black-or-white conclusion). Maybe you’re not a gambling person, but still, you can’t help calculating the odds as the seconds tick by slower than a turtoise on vacation.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Motivation
To the Boy Who Broke My Heart but Helped Me Find Myself
Dear Jason Momoa (sure, that‘s not your real name but that of your hero), The day you told me that you weren’t feeling it a piece of me died. You said that something was off, that your former relationship ended abruptly and left things unfinished, making you wonder if there wasn’t anything left to do, a fire to rekindle. You confessed on that arctic winter day that you owed it to yourself to try. As the harsh winds froze the tears on my cheeks, my heart contracted painfully. It was all so sudden, so unexpected. I thought that everything was wonderful and was looking forward to discovering more about you, to experience our many carefully laid out plans. But you thought differently.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Confessions
Sins of the fathers
Sara woke up with a jolt, eyes searching but unseeing. Nobody had the sight anymore, but instinct was hard to snuff out. Fumbling with shaking hands for her nightgown, she got dressed in absolute silence, cautious of her younger siblings, still fast-asleep in their shared bed. Even though she didn't know how they looked like, Sara has always thought of them in terms of colors: Red, for feisty Eritrea, 4 years old and already more opinionated than a grown man; Blue, for sweet little Jon, a sickly 3 years old boy who never seemed to be warm enough despite her best efforts; and Orange, for Mya, the youngest but most affectionate of the trio. Sometimes, when things were exceedingly tough, Sara would spend nights on end rocking her 'til dawn. Not because the child was fussy, on the contrary, her mere presence made Sara's heartache abate a little, being infused with a warm glow.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Fiction
My First Week of Dieting
Having been predisposed to obesity since childhood, I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with food, with constant diets and even the occasional eating disorder. During the pandemic, my boyfriend and I gained collectively the weight of a grown child, or a standard ballerina. No morning sickness, no swollen ankles, no labor, POP! Here you go, your own child (in fat). Not a pretty picture, I know, but it’s the truth. Comfort eating, indulging in too many late-night snacks and glasses of wine, lack of exercise, stress, isolation. They all played a part and after one year and a half, the scale started to silently judge us.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Confessions
What if Your Partner Doesn’t (Intentionally) Grow Along With You?
Rivers of words have flowed depicting the all-powerful force of love. From the famous Corinthians quote Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. (1 Corinthians 13:4–8) to the great Bard himself - I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty. (William Shakespear, King Lear — Act 1, scene 1)
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Humans
Turn The Table On Anxiety By Setting A Daily Appointment With Your Fear
Many of us have reached a point in life when anxiety was running rampant, making your heart beat an uncomfortable staccato rhythm, palms dripping, lungs constricting painfully, with oxygen supply dangerously low.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Psyche
How My Mother Guided Me To Write My Life's Story
In the beginning In the beginning, I was nothing, the mere possibility of something. In the beginning, I was just a soul in the Great Before, waiting in a space with no time for the universe to find me a match - a mother to birth me into being. That time before time was the primordial soup where the most important ingredients were mixed, the traits that would form my DNA. With an all-knowing hand, everything was put in place, for me to discover when time would start its flow. At last, the connection was found, but not all conditions were met, so I waited for a little longer until finally, it was time to become.
By A.M.Radulescu3 years ago in Families