Bobe Hadjieva
Bio
A culturally-confused, sic-fi/fantasy nerd, with an over-active imagination and a passion for writing.
Stories (4/0)
When I Woke Up For The Last Time
When I woke up in the morning, I knew that something was off. I gasped and heard my breath, but I didn’t feel my lungs. My mouth made a sound, but my body didn’t go through the motions. I didn’t feel the weight of my head as usual. I don’t think I blinked my eyes open. I just sprung into wake. I should have felt my cold fingers, but I had trouble feeling my fingers to begin with. Come to think of it, I’m not sure that it was morning when I woke up.
By Bobe Hadjieva2 years ago in Futurism
The Journey of Discovering Myself as Your Typical Eastern European Mother
A good friend of mine once said “stereotypes are real and I love them”. At first I couldn’t help but laugh, because she said it with such passion and conviction, but the more I thought about it, the more I found the strangely profound truth behind this statement. As much as we try to dismiss prejudices as xenophobic poppycock, I can’t deny that some stereotypes have occasionally jumped out and smacked me in the face when I least expected.
By Bobe Hadjieva4 years ago in Wander
The Siren Songs
When I heard that my name had been turned into a legend I was shocked but not surprised. There is an element of truth in every story, even when it sounds like a Greek myth. I’d heard strange bits of conversation throughout the whole day, disjointed fragments of descriptions, but they were all about me. I didn’t think much of them in the moment. Only when I was safely away from any human contact did these conversations rise back up in my mind, not unlike layers of muck at the bottom of a lake when your foot stamps down.
By Bobe Hadjieva4 years ago in Futurism
