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)
Butterflies and Marigolds
In the immortal words of Edgar Allan Poe, “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Right now, my life feels more like a nightmare. It’s only been ten days, ten of the longest days of my life. I never knew living could hurt this much until I lost one of the dearest lives I knew. Mamá was gone, poof, just like that. I held her hand as she took her last breaths; they never tell you it’s more than one. You imagine that it’ll be quick, a closing of the eyes, a chest that ceases to rise. But there is so much oxygen in a human body that must be expelled, so much life that has to exit so that it may float on the wind to the next plane of existence. When I realized the hand in mine was limp and lifeless, I gripped it tighter trying to will her soul back into that battered body. It was selfish of me, but in those moments, I just wanted her back, if only for a second. I don’t think Mamá knew how much I loved her, how much she meant to me.
By Bianca Serraty3 years ago in Fiction
Finally
“BREAKING NEWS, THIS JUST IN: SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE DISCOVERED IN MAIL TRUCK NEAR CITY CENTER. WE’VE RECEIVED WORD THAT THERE ARE POSSIBLE EXPLOSIVES WITHIN THE BROWN PAPER BOX. DRIVER IS STILL ON SITE AND YET TO BE EVACUATED. BOMB SQUAD IS ON THE WAY, STAY TUNED FOR MORE INFORMATION. THIS IS MAXINE WALKER REPORTING LIVE FOR CHANNEL 8 NEWS.” The television blares in the background.
By Bianca Serraty3 years ago in Fiction