Celia Finter
Bio
Born into a family of nomadic punks and hippies, I spent my formative years traversing the Australian landscape, learning how to tell and listen to stories.
Stories (2/0)
The Lie.
I wonder exactly how beaten down I’ve been by this thing, which has been wrenching me apart since I was four. Inspirational stories by people who overcame adversity and who went on to do amazing things, demoralise me. They are able to continue where I cannot.
By Celia Finter3 years ago in Psyche
Junkyard Universe
The night Petrolteddy lost her family was the same night she forgot her true name. After they were gone, she picked through the charred scrap heap of her home. She found paper with some words but they were scrambled by her overwhelmed brain, indecipherable symbols. She understood that the words meant something, and there used to be a word for her, but now it was missing from her mind.
By Celia Finter3 years ago in Fiction
