Julianne Algueseva
Bio
Just your friendly neighborhood writer and craftswoman. Doing all what I can to spread kindness and creativity throughout this wide world. I enjoy reading fiction and non-fiction books, as well as writing from my own life's journeys.
Stories (30/0)
Dearest Darince
Dearest Darince, Far too long our journeys have been divided. Never to touch or to be near, only silent. I yern for your presence more than you know. Our life-givers decline, detest, and refuse our love to grow. Whether by moon or sun or ecliptic skies I want to run away with you, to be more than just quick eye to eyes. Can we meet at the white willow tavern, in private this time? I'll be wearing a dark green cape with gold earring chimes. Possibly at two in the morning before the pub closes. Maybe we can sneak a quick dance and kiss before the news exposes. I hope you are well in your castle far far away. I'm sorry that my father gave you such a verbal beating the other day. I believe he is too protective of me, you might say.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Poets
The Camp Experience From Hell
I very much wish this story was a fictional tale, but sadly this is all taken from my experience. Due to many other subjects, the Summer of 2001, for me, was extremely difficult. One of the several was surviving Camp Flaming Arrow. Everyone in our friends and family circle swore it was the best camp ever. From their reliable and caring staff, to their educational and safe environment. It was a haven for all children.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Confessions
Wander, Wonder, Wake
We wild warriors wait. Watching wallowing worlds wilt while wicked wealth whirl wars. What wool will wolves wear? War wheels will weave, weighing winners with wasted wrongs. Wayward wounds which weapons wreak, wishing waters would wash what was. What's worthy without worry? Why wrestle with wasted welders who wreak weaponry? Whose whining woke winter? Who? What wretched wolf works with waste without worry what will wane within? Wandering words which whisper woes. Winds will worsen, winds will wisp ways whirling, weakening wings. Widowed wombs wait wondering when wretchedness will weaken. Wise words woven within while we withhold wishes. Wishing what worlds will wake.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Poets
The Resurfacing of the Snake
St. Patrick is one of the most well-known Catholic saints in human history. He is celebrated internationally in the United States, Brazil, Australia, Britain, and of course, Ireland, where he has been honored as the patron saint of the country for centuries.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in FYI
It's not a good idea
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Dr. Berry enjoyed this time of night, for him it was a calming hour. Of course, it was also the time he got to come home from work and enjoy time with his family. Looking at the stars and the half moon in between the violet nimbus formations, pondering about how fortunate he was to have such a blessed life. With what little energy he had Dr. Berry walked up the cobble stone front door steps. With a loud and happy sigh, he stepped in his home, put up his doctor's bag and was ready to be greeted by his wife and eventually his daughters from upstairs.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Fiction
Bait
Once her blindfold was finally off, Macy took in her surroundings in a series of quick glances. She saw that the room was dark, but she could see multiple sharp, metallic surgical instruments built into the walls. By the looks of the area it was painted completely white. Macy was scared of this place. It reminded her of that evil laboratory from those horror films she watched the night before. Staying calm was her number one priority if she was to survive. Plus, she had a good feeling of who might be her abductor. “I know it's you, Warp!
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Fiction
Journey to Wintermas
(STORY STARTER) •••They tracked her for nine hours by following the blood in the snow••• (CONTINUATION IN OWN WORDS) •••Mrs. Vile wanted more than just Juli-Belle's fur, she wanted to stare into eyes of her prey. To gaze into her soul and watch the terror consume a weak little nothing.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Maiden
Once long ago, gold and or jewels were not considered a currency but the more kindness and compassion you had, the richer you were. In this era of time and place there were only three tribes, and each had abundance love for each other, That, and of course water and food. If one tribe did not have enough, the other tribes would graciously give them what they needed. They all looked out for each other and that's what made life priceless. One dry season, both resources fell scarce, so all three tribes chiefs decided to send out their most trained foragers deep into the jungle. One of these skilled seekers was the princess of the Roja tribe. She was the most kindhearted princess you would ever meet.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Fiction
It's Not A Good Idea
•CHOSEN STORY WORDS: •Time •Tuesday •Them •Lie •Think •Talk Story: Dr. Berry answered the phone thinking it was his wife, sadly this wasn't the case. The voice greeted him with an utmost sarcastic tone. Berry could tell it was his boss, and with a frightened mutter he replied, “Please don't make me do this. It's my kids Tennis •Tuesday for crying out loud!” ***Pauses while he listens***
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Fiction
18 Long Years
~I've cried enough of my tears from this nightmare. In ways death can be like an everlasting dream, and for some, their eternal visions of horror can last for a lifetime. In my case, I need to move on and let go. This is not just for my health but for the family I do have who are living with me in the present. I must let go of the dreams that could've of been and wake to the dreams that will be manifested by me in the real world. Writing this poem has helped me cope with the loss of my soulmate eighteen years ago. It's time to heal, it's time to wake up, and it's time for me to be at peace.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Motivation
Traveling In The In-Between
Moving is stressful. It can weigh on anyone of any age. It doesn't matter if you're moving across the country or just down the street but it is definitely not an easy task. Mom and I have lived here at the Creston residence for a little over 22 years. We moved in on October 31st 2001. In that time, we have made so many friends in this neighborhood. Unfortunately, this location used to be a safe haven but in the last eight to ten years it’s gone from a B+ neighborhood to a D minus one. Some of those same friends we made moved as well in a five year period, but not all of them.
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Humans
