Lucía Medina
Bio
Hi, I'm Lucia and I have a deep passion for the written word. I've been writing stories and poems as a hobby for as long as I can remember.
Stories (16/0)
Falling in Love with Bill Skarsgard: A Fanfiction Romance
Lucia had always been a huge fan of Bill Skarsgard. She had followed his career from his early days in Swedish cinema to his breakout role as Pennywise the Clown in the hit movie "It." She had seen every interview he had ever given, knew every detail of his personal life, and had even traveled to Los Angeles just to catch a glimpse of him on the red carpet.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Fiction
Exploring the Erotic and Sensual Energies of the Tarot
Eroticism is a concept that has been explored in art, literature, and culture for centuries. It is a complex and multifaceted phenomenon that can encompass a wide range of experiences, emotions, and desires. The tarot, a deck of 78 cards that has been used for divination and spiritual exploration for centuries, is no exception. In fact, the tarot has a long history of association with eroticism, sensuality, and sexuality, and has been used as a tool for exploring these themes in a spiritual context.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Humans
Dmitri's monologue
The Setting Sun in the West, bursts of light falling with a single purpose, piercing every material fragment of the planet, encircling everything around it; darkness bids farewell, and the ravens fall from the sky like light feathers. The wind is a comet, frigid as it passes, astute and unrecognizable as it fades away. And the years that once passed, stop to admire the inevitable rebirth of nature. The morning's face disfigured.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Poets
The Phantom Poet and the Unrequited Love
I have felt angry. I have stopped knitting garments of the imagination, giving way to all my fears and prejudices. Sometimes I don't quite understand the meaning of life, and it only gets more tangled in my thoughts every time he sends me one of his poems.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Poets
Thoughts from the Samsara
The rain begins to fall, the snow evaporates, but part of it leaves its footprint on the sand. The Baltic sea, where the wind doesn’t return: a carved hollow on the heart of the Earth where the storm doesn’t cease its unspeakable tumult. The white vanishing snow under the red of your steps that your bare feet sow. You cry without really living yourself, and your hands, holding each other softly, begin to scratch violently. Then you fade with the wind, old scarlet snow, between the trees a dense mist blocks your departure. Trapped and blind, my love so sublime. And I cry with disconcert when I don’t listen to myself closely; I abandon myself knowing that I barely know my shadow, but the love I feel surrenders to the scented pleas where earth meets heaven.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Poets
The demon in the memories
When Tessa arrived from sailing, the house was silent and peaceful. There was nothing better than a warm cup of coffee and a chill afternoon with friends. But then her phone started to ring, making her stand up from the table and leave behind their nice-evening conversation only to go outside the house to pick up the call.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Fiction
The demon in the memories
Some memories seemed to haunt her like ghosts, clamoring for answers. This happened every evening when her friends went to the beach to swim, while she preferred to sit on the dry sand, engrossed in a book she had purchased from a nearby store, dating back to the 1960s. She took pleasure in basking in the sunset while sitting under the shade of her umbrella, surrounded by a pair of glasses and towels scattered carelessly around her.
By Lucía Medinaabout a year ago in Fiction
