Diara Alvarado
Bio
Lover of animals and classical music. On a moonlit quest to become a writer.
Stories (13/0)
mx + b
Their audacious triumphs are capricious and vengeful antics. They christen themselves as ‘mx + b,’ a name that holds profound meaning, reflecting their core characteristics. 'M' represents methodical nature, denoting their meticulous and strategic approach. 'X' signifies their adaptability to varying operations, showcasing resourcefulness and flexibility. 'B' embodies their unwavering boldness, underscoring their audacity and courage.
By Diara Alvarado 11 months ago in Fiction
The Belly of a Whale
There is a secret I've been scared to tell you: Sometimes in winter, I dream I'm a ghost dissolving into frames, wilting in timelines from long ago. I weep at graveyards and weave like stagnant rain, irascible and tarnished. You're a ghost, too, all of your edges blurred and etched, but the candle of your heart is far too bright for my eyes. It looks like the moon, and I envy it. So I cry oceans and swallow the stars, hoping to be as vivid as you. Instead, I drown in my own solstice, and everything is spun in the ripples of your song.
By Diara Alvarado about a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
The Song Angel Road SingsRunner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
We drove up the snowy, winding road toward the cozy A-frame cabin. That’s what Papa called it. A cozy cabin built with logs of oak in the shape of the first letter in the alphabet tucked deep in the woods, the white crescendo of winter enveloping it. A little place where Laura and I could withdraw from reality: my new job at the firm, Laura’s wedding, my hospital bill, Laura’s small business, Mama’s death.
By Diara Alvarado about a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2022
Guppies and Anemones, Blobfish and The LikeTop Story - December 2022
My name is not Radish, but it's been my nickname since I could remember. Papa is partly responsible for it. I was born with perpetual flushing cheeks, and Papa couldn't help but find them the most adorable thing in the world, kissing them or pinching them. Later we found out the red patches on my skin were caused by rosacea. So, Radish stayed.
By Diara Alvarado about a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in High-Ku Challenge
Florencia's Ghost
Last night I dreamt that I was dead and Mama wasn't. In the dream, the skies were purple, and the ocean swallowed the entirety of my body. Mama sat at the shore, waving goodbye with a rosy smile as if it was my first day of primary school, and after a few hours, I'd return to her.
By Diara Alvarado about a year ago in Fiction
