Bianca Serraty
Bio
Hi! I'm Bianca, I write poetry, read fantasy, and watch anime. My mind is the best and worst place imaginable, and I take immense joy in watching my ideas come to life. I welcome you to come in, relax and immerse yourself in my universe.
Stories (30/0)
Ancient
Most immovable: The unbending, unyielding Bearer of the tides.
By Bianca Serratyabout a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Dreams of the DyingRunner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
We do not exist for ourselves. As Guardians, our chosen duty is to guide the souls of the world to their final resting points. At first, it was only Peraxyus who had sought something more than what we were gifted with in Afterlife. They were the first that aimed to, somehow, create an order to this realm. Now, there are many of us who serve the upper levels of the Sky Palace and the lower cities of Infernum. Many who went in search of an answer but were only met with more questions. We made a home for ourselves in what can be considered the neutral level. Here lies the edge of Peliad Forest, an enchanted place that hides secrets even we have yet to uncover. Then there’s the most recognizable area of this level, the Cliffside. Where the suns above, and the moon beneath meet the sea; the small piece of the neutral level all souls will see and have seen. Here, souls can take in the span of the lives they’d left behind, and ponder their new existence in Afterlife.
By Bianca Serratyabout a year ago in Fiction
Heart of Ruin
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. We had no use for the land that is now known as Cavrynicus. But now? Now, I can’t help but look out over the dips and peaks as the suns set above me. The sight leaves me breathless, in awe, even after all the rises and sets I’ve witnessed. The land awash in hues of pinks, blues, and greens, it’s hard to imagine that there wasn’t always a valley to begin with. That there was more to this before it was carved out for us. That this part of the world now belongs to us. The only part of the world where dragons still roam free. Veiled from the rest of the population, we have thrived, we have lived. We have endured this existence where we are and are not. Our version of this world now sung about in tunes, myths and legends. Existing peacefully despite the tragedy that brought us to these depths. Were we saved from the worst of it or sentenced for a crime we did not commit?
By Bianca Serraty2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
New Year
Yesterday was the day I was lost. Today is the day I was found. Tomorrow will be the day I am freed. The past two years have, quite frankly, been the hardest years of my life. I’ve lost loved ones I never imagined I could lose, ended a relationship I’d believed was my forever, and have faced the reality that all good things must come to an end. Despite all of that, I am thankful because I have been blessed. By whom or what has yet to be determined by my wavering faith, but blessed I have been, nonetheless. I have experienced love in some of its purest forms, have rekindled friendships with souls that have walked the earth with me before. I’ve been allowed a fruitful life, difficult yes, but bountiful nonetheless.
By Bianca Serraty2 years ago in Motivation
Last Words
Is Death more torturous than life? My little cousin passed away a week ago. One week since her grace blessed this earth with her presence. I was asked to write her obituary, the funeral has come and gone since. I turned something in her sister described as "perfect", but I still cant find the right words. The words that would hold her entire self within them. Words that weigh as much as she did, because Mabel, Mabel was heavy. Not in size but in love, she still swims in the depths of my heart, and I hope she stays there forever. I hope that if my mind one day wanders away, her name will still be a very real reality. I pray that I never forget her laugh, her voice, her smile, her sass, her...just all of her. How do you paraphrase a life? No matter how short, will there ever be enough words that encompasses all that someone was? What they still are to those of us left behind. I hope Mabel knew how much I admired her, how much I wanted to be like her in some aspects. Her courage, her ingenuity, her willingness to be no less than all that she was...
By Bianca Serraty2 years ago in Families