Ethan DeAbreu
Bio
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Author of "The Ink of My Soul and The Fire in My Bones."
Little stories could change the world, hypothetically.
Stories (8/0)
To the Summit
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. We always like driving with the windows down, and the heat blazing in the car. It gave us the best of both worlds, the crisp fresh air rushing in our lungs, and the soothing warmth of the heat to save us from certain hypothermia. The mountains were a nice change in scenery in comparison to the bustling concrete jungle we were familiar with in NY. A few times along the way, we pulled to the side of the road, got out of the car, and just soaked in the taste of freedom. The sweet aroma of the pine trees comingled with the fresh mountain air and provided us with a brief moment of serenity. When we would close our eyes and we could simply “be” in the present moment.
By Ethan DeAbreuabout a year ago in Petlife
Small Acts of Kindness
Can life be summarized into hours, minutes, and seconds, or is there something more? Every day we are faced with the task of understanding the meaning of our existence. When we do so, we have a choice, walk forward, or walk away. . . For many people, it is more like running away. . . However, you can only run away from the person you are for so long; at the end of your frenzied sprint, you will find yourself exhausted and feeling a hollowness inside. It is better to face what we are, so we can become something more.
By Ethan DeAbreuabout a year ago in Humans
Farewell My Friend
The most difficult part of today was pulling my car into the driveway. As I shifted the gear into park, I too was planted, and unable to move. In my heart, I wanted to believe that when I walked through the door that you would be there to greet me. You could always tell I was home from the second I pulled into the driveway, and would go ballistic running back and forth from my mom’s room to the door, “He’s Home! He’s Home!!!” After fumbling with my keys for a few seconds the door would open and you would leap into my arms. I would drop everything to just sit down on the floor with you right then and there. I loved the way you would curl into a ball, and cozy yourself into my lap. Every day you filled my heart with so much love and joy.
By Ethan DeAbreuabout a year ago in Petlife
Aquarium
"Thomas, it's time to wake u-" Thomas jumped out of bed fully dressed. His mother, Denise, jumped, a little startled by his sudden movement. Then with her hand on her chest, she took a breath and smiled. Thomas was wearing his jeans and his favorite "Sharkadile Joe" T-Shirt. That was his favorite TV show, it was about the magical marine biologist who was saving the environment by talking to animals and learning about the challenges they faced.
By Ethan DeAbreuabout a year ago in Fiction
