Hannah Mešić
Bio
I've lived a lot of life, read a lot of books, and have loved writing from the moment I first held a pen. I used to imitate letters with a pen, before I could even read or write properly. I want to share the power of words with the world.
Stories (14/0)
I Said What I Meant
Words have always been particularly important to me, because they are meant to convey the thoughts and feelings of each person, thus allowing us to learn from someone other than ourselves, to come in contact with ideas that perhaps we would not have known or thought, had we not come across those people. We have a chance to learn things about ourselves that maybe we somewhat grasped before, but which now has a chance at being clarified because of the thoughts and ideas that were presented to us from another.
By Hannah Mešićabout a month ago in Psyche
The Santa Claus Wound
I sit at my desk, nine and twenty years of age, tears flowing freely down my cheeks while “Seeing is Believing” from “The Polar Express” plays. The woman cries as the inner child gets excited, yet again, as the music tells her that Santa is coming. It’s the same excitement that filled the child each year when December first came around. The same excitement that made her jump up and down and exclaim “it’s SANTA!” when she and her siblings were taken to the Air Force BX for errands and Santa was indeed spotted... in the food court, talking to the children as their joy-filled, upturned faces couldn’t take their eyes off him... on his big chair in the center of the lobby, waiting for child after hopeful child took their turns telling him all their deepest wishes and hopes for Christmas.
By Hannah Mešić2 months ago in Psyche
Eragon
Eragon Written by: Christopher Paolini Published: 2002 Book 1 of The Inheritance Cycle My rating: 4 out of 5 stars Disclaimer: Keep in mind, these are personal opinions. You do not have to take these things into account or pay attention to them when YOU read the book.
By Hannah Mešić2 months ago in Fiction
Rediscovery
You know how we all have that one passion that brings out all of our greatness? That one thing that makes getting up in the morning easier and almost desirable and exciting (I’m NOT a morning person, by nature, so I need that extra boost)? Maybe you encountered or discovered your “thing” when you were a teen, or maybe when you were little. Maybe a teacher, a parent, or your best friend introduced you to it. Maybe you happened upon it by accident. Maybe a stranger or mere acquaintance mentioned it in passing, thus striking your interest.
By Hannah Mešić3 months ago in Humans
Frosty Slippers
"The packet says it is for you," Anastasia's husband's Bosnian voice called to her from outside the front window. "I didn't order anything," Anastasia responded as she met him at the front door, brushing the snowflakes from his shoulders and hair, "Besides, what would arrive by drone anyway? Do you think it's safe to bring inside?"
By Hannah Mešić3 months ago in Fiction
How to Make Your Day Better
Do you ever have tons to say and write about, but then you sit down at your computer to do just that and your mind goes blank? Yeah that’s me today. So I’m just sitting here writing whatever to try to remember what I wanted to intentionally write about. On the bright side, the loud clackety-clack of my keyboard is making super happy!
By Hannah Mešić5 months ago in Humans
Your Secret Garden
A child was spoiled by her “Ayah” in India, with whom she was left, more often than not, because her mother didn’t want anything to do with her, and her father just gave her mother anything and everything she wanted. Her mother was a very vain person who cared only for herself and her own looks and popularity, and nothing for her only child.
By Hannah Mešić11 months ago in Motivation
The Imperium Orb
Imhaleth collapsed against the back of his high-backed, wooden armchair, carven with great detail and inlaid with gold leaf. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes and groaned softly. Sighing, he stared at the golden ceiling and dropped his arms to those of the chair. His long golden locks lay on his barrel chest, the veins along his temples seeming to attempt to escape his skin, visibly pulsing.
By Hannah Mešićabout a year ago in Fiction
