Erika Almanzar
Stories (6/0)
Deep Down
She shivered as she hugged herself. It was so cold. She let out a sigh. She could see her breath roll out of her mouth and dissipate around her. She shifted where she was standing. A small squishing noise emerged from underneath her. What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. Standing here any longer was a very bad idea. She needed to get out of there. But a part of her couldn’t move, didn’t even want to move. If she didn’t leave soon, she would get into a lot of trouble. She knew this. The sun was slowly starting to come up over the horizon. The sky was filling up with pink and orange colors. On a normal day, she would have enjoyed this. But not today. Today wasn’t a day of enjoying anything.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Horror
Don't Wake
Life isn’t fun anymore when someone takes your reason for living. It loses all the color. Turns to black and white. So what do you do then? Do you try to salvage what you have left and try to live from that? Or do you try to get all the pieces back and try to go back to normal? I don’t know about you but both options are scary. They both make a rush of anxiety go through my body like no other feeling. But I can’t let that control my life. I need to take control. If I have to make a decision, which I do. I choose to get all the pieces back.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
It's a World
It started off as a small seed. Something so small. But holds so much power and strength. Round and brown. Plant it in a small hole in the ground. And give it some water. Show the little plant some love. Visit it each day. To make sure that it is getting along just fine. Sit down next to the little plot of land. Read it some lovely stories about adventures and action. Let the excitement soak in. Such joy and wonder. What the world awaits it as it grows nice and strong. So eager to grow and see all that it will accomplish. And it will accomplish so much. But don’t forget, it still needs water and sun.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
I Am Different
It's not easy being plus size. Now, I know what you are probably going to think while reading this. It's not easy being a different race. It's not easy being a different gender. Heck it's not easy being human. I understand all that completely. It's not easy being different. Just being a smidge different than what the norm calls for makes you some sort of weirdo. And then you are made fun of, looked at weird, or shunned. Believe me, I know. But I'm here to tell you that it's not easy being plus size. Because, well, I'm plus size. I've been plus size for as long as I can remember. I've struggled with my weight a lot. You never know when a guy is hitting on you or when he's only talking to you because his friend dared him. Or if he's talking to you because he's "being nice." People don't feel sorry for you. They think it's your fault that you are this size. And maybe it is. But what I do know is that I have a lot of emotions going on in my head. And that's what makes me eat. It's probably what makes a lot of people eat. But I am not speaking for everyone. This is just my experience. But it could be a reason. You want to run from your emotions. And you aren't sure what to do. But all you know is that food is a comfort. And you will always, ALWAYS, run to something that comforts you. It's better to feel comforted in some way than to feel horrible and wallow in that feeling forever.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Confessions
Hardly Ever Wanted
I only know how to feel when I am wanted. And girls like me are hardly ever wanted. People around me make me feel this way. As if I don’t belong here in this world. They give you this feeling that just hurts and destroys you. It’s a feeling so lonely it leaves a stench in the pit of my stomach. So each time I open up my mouth to say something that holds even the littlest of meaning to me, it rots even before it makes it out. All because of the people around me. All because of this world called society. I have felt the hand of society press down on me for years. I stare at the scars that litter my skin. The criticism and words make me want to hurt myself. They make me want to open up the very skin that I’m supposed to be living in. The scars open up rivers of possibilities. Rivers that lead to nothing but bad vibes. What is this fear of standing out and being unique? So afraid that we turn to violence to hush those fears. We are so obsessed with dying that no one will notice that they are even there. We can’t be gay without being pushed back in our dusty closets. We can’t be weird without being wrapped up in a cocoon that we were placed in from the beginning. And I am both gay and weird. And for that I was shunned and made to feel like an outcast. But not everyone made me feel like that. There was one person in my life. Reanne. She knew exactly how to make me feel as if I was wanted and that I truly belonged in this world.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Humans
Unexpected
What could be worse than having to pay bills? Being behind on bills, now that was worse. Way worse. Rosemary stared down at all the bills that crowded her table. So many “past dues” and “due immediately” were staring back at her. She laid her head in her hand. What was she going to do? This giant headache of a mess was overwhelming it. It was as if it was enveloping her in this grief. And there was no way for her to escape. After losing her job, she had no idea where all the money was going to come from.
By Erika Almanzar3 years ago in Humans