Adri Soto

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Sometimes the greatest joys in life are in the worlds we like to get lost in. I enjoy creating them far too much and am always open to feedback :)

24-year-old aspiring writer with a daughter to hopefully one day impress

Stories (12/0)

Diary of the Damned
Emily: I died smiling. There’s a pounding in my head and a deep rumble underneath me. What is rumbling under me? I remember the man jumping out, the crack my head made when it hit the pavement. It’s echoing so loud I can’t think. I reached my trembling hand up to feel my head, to make sure it's in one piece.
By Adri Soto7 days ago in Fiction
Digging Out, Digging In
You gain a new appreciation for reality When you've been disconnected Have you ever noticed The cold wonderful feeling
By Adri Soto21 days ago in Poets
Light the Way Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I say this as a last-ditch effort, I need you to understand something: you’re in danger. If you’ve gotten this far, I’m sorry to say it's too late for you.
By Adri Sotoabout a month ago in Horror
Bonus Dad
I’ve never really had the type of dad that I would call when I was in danger, the kind that I told about my first kiss or my first love. Honestly in those moments, I felt completely and utterly alone. I had my mom, and she’s great, but I won’t underestimate how much I wished I had the fairytale father.
By Adri Sotoabout a month ago in Families
The Fall
Love is seldom small. It lies in corners, in walls. You feel it when you walk into a room, Its all-encompassing. One hundred percent,
By Adri Soto5 months ago in Poets
The Broken Version
It started small. A crack, a groan, a hint of amber dancing by. It’s as if it knew it was taking too long, for in a moment it took everything with it. The flame burst through the carefully set trinkets, the portraits that adorned the walls, the furniture we wore in. I just watched it burn, thinking if I stood still long enough it would freeze too.
By Adri Soto6 months ago in Fiction
To Infinity and Beyond
Grandma, It was lucky to have seen you, To have known your light. We were lucky to grow with you, To know you as you were,
By Adri Soto7 months ago in Families
A Sisyphean Task and a Rare Reward
I love my job because… it's simple. My life was once a cacophony of people, places, and responsibilities. My day-to-day consisted of meaningless interactions where I would say “I’m good how are you?” at least twelve times a day. I was a bright-eyed bushy-tailed twenty-one-year-old who was ready to take on the world; I genuinely thought I had it all figured out too. I was working as a waitress at a very popular breakfast eatery in a town that’s best known for cow manure. I really wish I was joking, but that is how I identified where I lived to people who wanted to visit.
By Adri Soto11 months ago in Journal
Old Fashioned
I inherited the house from my grandparents, they could best be described as the traditional types. Grandma cooked and cleaned; Grandpa worked eight to five every day. He would come home, set his knitted newsboy cap on the hook by the door, and lumber his way to the dinner table. His grunts would fill the small home; there was no “honey I’m home!” No kisses or show of affection, a curt nod would pass between them, as food was placed on the table in front of him. I always thought it was like a black and white film that had been stuck in the player for too long.
By Adri Sotoabout a year ago in Fiction
Hideaway
A coral sky shines down Grass soft to the touch Tall enough to get lost in Wind whispering, A rhetoric of sorts Posing an unanswered question
By Adri Sotoabout a year ago in Poets
The Infinite Coil
The dirt filled air hit my lungs quickly and without mercy. My hand hit the cold metal of the door handle with an alarming jolt. I found myself leaning on the wooden frame of the barn, alone except for the slight wink of the stars. Groggily I looked around me, the familiar dirt path lay in front of the decaying building. My footsteps left their mark on it, but I don’t know why I came here.
By Adri Sotoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Uncanny Valley
The night was still, the streets wet with fresh rain. Guards patrolled the quiet buildings, looking through windows and edging across rooftops. Their uniforms glinted in the moonlight, an abrasive silver and blue, it was hard to picture them as people sometimes. They all blended, one giant mass of shapeless voices. I think the weirdest thing about them was their smile or lack thereof. Have you ever seen a man smile but no muscle moved? It’s more of a twitch, empty gazes met with cheeks that angled the wrong direction.
By Adri Sotoabout a year ago in Fiction

Adri Soto

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Diary of the Damned

Digging Out, Digging In

Light the Way Home

Bonus Dad

The Fall

The Broken Version

To Infinity and Beyond

A Sisyphean Task and a Rare Reward

Old Fashioned

Hideaway

The Infinite Coil

The Uncanny Valley

Stories (12/0)