Adriauna Diaz
Stories (4/0)
In The Dark
The dark can be frightening, you cannot tell what is near in the corners or what is aside your bed. You cannot tell who is your friend or who is there for their own desires. In the darkness I would look beyond what I could see in hopes I would be unafraid, but the truth is, I was always afraid. I was a child who needed to watch the bedroom as I fell asleep, making sure nothing was changing as it got later. I was helpless, looking for something familiar to focus on while the walls faded around me. Some people may call it an irrational fear, but my mother always said it was okay to be scared, because being scared means you are being a version of you that no one may understand, but it is an important part of you. I didn't understand what she meant to be honest, I just knew when she turned on my nightlight as she said it, I felt unafraid.
By Adriauna Diaz12 months ago in Motivation
Captain and Little Blue
Little Blue, the small ship known all to well in these lands left the dock alone, the captain Jake, it's only passenger. The captain did not want a crew along this time, for he didn't know what would come of Little Blue or him. He traveled three days and two nights, now the third night is before him, wrapping his boat in the cooing of the ocean's lullaby. The ring about of the waves sang quiet, and as the sailor sleeps, his body sway dreaming lucid to the echoes. Little did he know, beneath him, the dark waters wait for his wakening. The lonely boat with it's wooden siren carved only from a memory, but a memory no less, was soon to have company. The muse who inspired the captain's carving swam tonight in search of such a boat. She did enjoy floating toys with pretty boys, and like her favorite pearl, she loved this captain. Her gift years ago when they had met was a song, a haunting tune that brought too many to their discourse, begging, bleeding out their ears until their faint bodies lay lifeless. The captain however, had no such dismay to it. He could hear the song creeping out of his dreams and onto his bed, faintly dwindling into the walls. He lay still in the darkened cabin, his sweating hands clinging to the blanket, fear was only in what he knew, and he knew something was under his boat. Jake was clammy, petrified in his own skin, wondering if there was a monster, nay, a horror to come after him. The boat shook violently! Crash! As the dishes flew and hit the floor, he rose to his feet, panting heavy to his own heart beat. Crash! The boat tipped, holding onto itself while the heavy metal pulled to go under! Crash! Tipping and tipping! The ocean's mouth relished its chipping blue paint and tasty chains! But, alas, the chaos broke, and in Little Blue's relief, a silence erringly swept over the tortured floors. The captain could barely see in the flickering glow of the lamp, but strained to stare into the looking window, just to see her.
By Adriauna Diazabout a year ago in Horror
The Warmth of a Cafe
Have you heard the expression "home is where the heart is?" Moving to Saco, Maine, I said goodbye to my home and started over with only the hope I would settle in. Arriving across the country makes a girl hungry, so I walked down my new neighborhood streets and onto Maine Street, where I was sure to find something to eat. There, hidden in a small strip of closely walled businesses was a turquoise trimmed door that read "Quiero Café", something familiar. As a kid, I ate a lot of Mexican food, because my dad was a cook who had a knack for running small restaurants, so reading the familiar language left me no option, but to go inside. The open dining area with the wooden topped tables and brick walls took me in, and the warm smells of an open kitchen lured me to the counter, where three menus laid out in front of me. What have I stumbled upon? I could only wonder as I read through the menu of guava infused empanadas, mole tamales, fruit blended smoothies, and hot coffee. You see, not only was I hungry, but I never turn down a good cup of hot coffee, so seeing I had two of my favorite things in one place, I might as well have been given a brick of gold. I was in complete bliss. I ordered three empanadas and a Café Con Leche. I found a brightly lit seat near the tall windows, and waited in silence, grinning from ear to ear.
By Adriauna Diazabout a year ago in Feast
More Than a Word
There is a perfect word to describe the series of events that led to the adoption of Rasi Diaz, but to find it, I need to search the past, the moments that changed the future, and this very second, as he lays under my feet. In a quaint town known as Washoe Valley, there is a small non-profit dog sanctuary where a small team cares for the lives of sometimes fourty dogs at a time. Young, old, hurt, healthy, and all with no where else to go. The Canine Rehabilitation Center and Sanctuary saves those dogs who were called unadoptable, aggressive, too expensive, too old, and too much to handle. When I walked into the sanctuary for the first time, I was interviewing for the recently opened management position, but without any knowing, was walking toward something I wanted even more. My first few months meeting our furry tenants was everything a day with fourty dogs should be. There was, however, a small group of dogs I couldn't meet yet, and among them, a boy named Rocky. These dogs, nothing short of the rest, were a little more serious, a little more strong willed, and a lot bigger. The dogs that everyone knew might be harder to adopt, the dogs I wanted to meet.
By Adriauna Diazabout a year ago in Petlife