Julia Alfred
Bio
I was born a Dreamer.I have led a life that sounds unbelievable sometimes,encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories and done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
Achievements (1)
Stories (19/0)
Ghost Of My Past
You never really know grief until you’ve experienced it. I grew up in a large family where funerals and birthdays became the new family get together. It was a common joke that we were all so stubborn we refused even giving death a break. It’s not that I didn’t feel any sense of sadness when someone passed, I just became acquainted with death at such an early age that I came to accept it as a part of life. I remember this one time, after the passing of Grandpa Sam, asking my mother as she got me ready for bed
By Julia Alfred5 months ago in Fiction
Limited Screen Time For Adults
Screen time limitation has been a major discipline parents have been incorporating into their children's daily schedules and routines. It is major assist in balancing their virtual time with real time. Back in our days, it would be the TV and our parents would either yell at us to shut the TV off or not TV after certain hours. But back then, if you didn't own a DVD player or cable then you were left to watch the local channels which if they didn't have anything good on we would simply shut the TV off voluntarily.
By Julia Alfred6 months ago in Humans
After The Fall
The air seemed still as if the world had somehow stopped spinning. He lay motionless in bed tightly grasping the phone as he took slow shallow breaths to contain the anxiety creeping through his body as flashes of what were supposed to have been lost memories came crashing back into existence. He spent months in therapy writing off these violent dreams as hidden psyches fighting to be brought back to life when in fact they were simply reminders of what he left behind.
By Julia Alfred6 months ago in Criminal
For All The Things I Never Said
I grew up in a culture where if one was not physically hurt, then one had no valid reason to complain or cry. At very young ages we were conditioned to bear this burden. Our parents did it, so did our grandparents; the line of emotional suppression is so long I believe it naturally became part of our genetic makeup.
By Julia Alfred6 months ago in Confessions
Shoe Box Money
The bell rang, calling for a dismissal of classes for the day. Mark gathered up his books and headed to the school’s computer room to check for updates on his college applications and to submit his final assessment for High School. The computer room, at this hour, was often empty as most students had access to a computer at home. This wasn’t the case for Mark, he had never even owned a cell phone which didn’t do much for his social experience being a child of the digital age. His online presence and much of his social life was limited to the hours spent at school and as much as his friends tried to keep him updated and involved, he still felt left behind.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Families
Backstreet's Back Alright!
I was 8 years old when I saw him singing on the tv. In my head, he looked like an angel and sang like one too. His smile was one you could not ignore and his eyes were piercing blue, and still are, and that’s to show how close to the screen I was.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Beat
The Walk To Remember
The Purpose of meditation is to empty our mind to make space for the awareness of Now. Studies have shown that 30 minutes of moderate exercise such as walking or running can significantly improve one’s state of mind. The burdens of everyday life can become overwhelming at times, so let’s take a walk today to bring you back to a state of consciousness that will be relieving and relaxing.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Longevity
That 70's Ish
I have the coolest dad in the world. Much of who I am today is because of the major role he plays in my life. It would only make sense that much of my taste in music was influenced heavily by this man, and his taste happens to be the 70s. The 70s would be the period where my dad was walking around, young stud in his early 20s; shirt buttoned down, chest hair showing, gold chain dangling with perfectly groomed messy hair much like our friend Neil below.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Beat
