Angela Derscha
Bio
Twitter @angied7592. Long time lover of literature. Obsessed with adorable animals and coffee I spend my days playing video games with my brother and fiancee. I got a medium account too https://angeladerscha.medium.com/ check it out.
Stories (72/0)
His Touch
”All I want is your lips against mine right now.” I whispered into my cellphone, quivering with desire. My love has been away for over six weeks, some family trip, I heard. I don't know; I don't care. One thing is for sure; I miss him dearly. His sunkissed skin, his sandy blonde hair, his soft lips, his rock-hard body. Everything.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Filthy
- Top Story - May 2021
Save the TurtlesTop Story - May 2021
Why won't anybody please think of the turtles!!! Image from Sport Diver.org Image from Australian Geographic Pretty dramatic, huh? Rest assured, these pictures are tame compared to the graphic, heartbreaking, gory ones I found while researching my topic. Due to my respect for wildlife, and my mom's intense love for turtles, I won't be showing those. Yes, the reality is often darker than it needs to be. But, if it gets the point across, then it's worth the trouble.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Earth
Vocal Changed My Life
Here's some background information on yours truly. Believe it or not, but I used to be a prolific writer and poet, with aspersions to become either a well-known poet or a famous fantasy/romance author by the time I was 19-years-old. Big dreamer I was! However, adult life isn't so simple.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Journal
- Top Story - May 2021
My Green HomeTop Story - May 2021
For my Wave Makers challenge, I chose to break down my home and our “green” habits. Allow me to begin by saying that we, my household and I, are not a 100% super green, eco-friendly home. We aren't, but the title isn't a lie either. More or less, we live by the ideology that if we don't need it, we don't use it and that if it's not safe enough to be recycled or broken down, then we don't need to be using it at all. With this in mind, we still have wasteful tendencies to an extent, but we try to make a difference in our choices to help out our beautiful planet.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Earth
Paisley Knows Best!
Anybody that knows me on a personal level is aware that I am very old-fashioned. I love old hairstyles, car designs, books, movies, music, and clothing choices. This challenge exists for us to relive a fashion trend or style that we want to come back into existence or something that invokes a sense of nostalgia. Something that takes us back in time to simpler days. Honestly, I love this challenge concept! Reliving fashion trends from decades ago that has, unfortunately, become retired is a great way to keep the memories alive.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Styled
In the Woods
Capturing the wild means to capture nature and all its glory. That's a big challenge. On the one hand, you don't want to disturb the delicate balance by getting too close, but on the other, you can't help but to admire such raw, powerful beauty. I'm not a great photographer, but I have taken up this task with all of my heart. Bear with me my fellow readers, for I shall tell you my story.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Petlife
Stranded at Sea
My mind is foggy. Adrenaline is pumping, and my ears are ringing; my throat is full and choking. Of what? Bitter, burning, salty ocean water. Why? I'm struggling to stay afloat in the Atlantic Ocean, far from any civilization. That's right; it's coming back to me. I fell overboard! From where? My cruise ship. I was on a trip to visit the Caribbean for a well-deserved vacation. I was so excited; I'd never been on an exotic trip before. It was a massive win at the grocery store in a drawing, of which I never won anything. I dashed home and began packing shortly afterward. The ship would leave first thing in the morning.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Horror
Crimson Shores
All I see is darkness; I feel emptiness, the crippling isolation followed by a sense of unwavering anxiety and nervousness. Potentially eternity goes by with no proper understanding of length, but time passes all the same. I feel it, but nothing else. Suddenly, sensations of all sorts overwhelm me. I'm lying on something, a texture of grainy beach sands. A scent follows that of salt-kissed ocean air; a sound comes of raging waves, a temperature follows that of warm sunshine on my ice-cold flesh. That's right; I have a body. I'm a person! A realization of my identity, that's a good thing. Right? I don't know, but then again, I don't remember much right now.
By Angela Derscha3 years ago in Humans