Giovanni Profeta
Bio
Swimming through life one stroke at a time.
Stories (107/0)
Modern times
“Is this really happening? Am I part of a sick joke? Is true what Shakespeare said, “All that glitters is not gold.” I’ve heard a myriad of times that whatever you do, make it bigger. Never settle for less than the best, “bigger is always better.” This might seem like the only way to go in this materialistic, egocentrically reality of ours. This capitalist sense of worth that consume us, sooner or later is going to eat us all from the inside out.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Futurism
Undisclosed desires
This is the story of Helena, a 22-years-old, attractive young lady, fulfilling her dream of living in New York on her own. After a horrible break-up due to a silly misunderstanding with a Millennial-know it-all at Starbucks. She finds herself stranded in a city that will squeeze every drop of common sense from your soul without any remorse. Every day was an endless parade of disillusions and shattered dreams until she started to document her life’s struggles on her vlog. “Runaway girl.”
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Filthy
Wandering aloud
“How many hours more? Around two aboard the plane, nice. Maybe a 45 min baggage claim. Let me see, 2+45 equals 2 hours with 45 minutes. Is not that bad, could be much worse, I know, it could be much worse.” As he rests his head on the headrest, rain blurs the scenery outside, what it seemed like a stroll above the clouds a few minutes ago, now looks like driving a flat truck through a bumpy road at full speed.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Fiction
Pandora's box
“They’ll love you, don’t you worry anymore. You look dazzling with this light pink dress. You're dressed to kill!” As we walk hand in hand towards our destination, I can’t keep my eyes away from her. She knows how I love the way those summer dresses look on her slender body. As the elevator door closes, she simply puts her arms around my neck to lure me into her territory. She's one of those girls that have a tender, caring smile, capable of melting the strongest of your resolves. She’s got what it takes to tumble down walls unapologetically.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Filthy
Homage to Catalonia
Let me take this moment of fake solitude to take this out of my chest. It's true what I've heard, what we go through leaves a mark on our lives; scars emerge, leaving behind a trace of bitter memories that can get triggered without any warning.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Confessions
Halo effect
It was on a rainy Wednesday night when I got caught on the “Halo Effect” trap once again. After a regular day at the office, I decided to call a good friend of mine to indulge ourselves in a good conversation among beers. In a matter of minutes, our recurring chat started at idle speed at the marina’s bar. Depeche Mode’s “Music for the masses” album was furiously filling the location with electronic tones, providing rhythm and motivation for some sailors to shake the salt out of their skin. I love my job, it bring me closer to this maritime scene filled with my kind of archetypes.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Confessions
Things to come
"You're on air on 5! Quiet on set!" She nervously takes a long breath and looks straight at the camera for a final focus check. "3...2..1..." A bright, red light on camera #2 comes to life while the director waves his hands like an orchestra conductor at the news anchor. "Welcome to WRA news with your host, Clarisse Moore."
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Horror
Whiteness blinds my sight
The connecting halls seemed larger than usual, I find it difficult to be relaxed in a place like this. You might ask, if I don’t like to be here, why am I in this situation again? Well, a promise is a promise. The last time we saw each other I said that I’ll back on my own to ask him the same old questions. He assured me that we could dive deep into what sparks my imagination. My curiosity goes beyond morbid knowledge of gruesome past events. I don’t know what lies behind this veil of secrecy of him, could it be a vow? Could it be so traumatic that he wants to forget and never revisit the ordeal? I guess I’ll find out today.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Serve
Wild and free
Sights and sounds from the sailing club fade away on their stern. A couple merrily departure for another day sailing along the bay. Soft breeze caressed the main sail with charming politeness as a big old sun warms the deck's surface without any constrains. With her hand on the tiller, our skipper manages to steer the boat towards a one of a kind destination, this place, is the perfect scenario to indulge in the affairs of the heart.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Fiction
U turn
“Let’s see, maybe is the one with the magenta T-shirt.” As he pulls over, he lowers the front window but it was not necessary, the guy on the sidewalk checked his phone to make sure that it was the correct car and opens the back passenger's door. “Michael?” With a single nod, the passenger affirms with his head not even saying a word, and the Uber X ride begins.
By Giovanni Profeta3 years ago in Fiction