Mila Bedoya

Joined January 2021

0 stories

Bio

I write sporadically. I write freely.

I’m a silent storyteller.

Hoping I can discover other worlds and welcome others to mine.

Stories (5/0)

Desert Opium
She nourishes her skin every morning. She nourishes it with soft vanilla scented cream and calmed breaths. However, her hands stay dry as dead leather. The hands she uses to nourish the kilometers of skin wrapping her body are parched the same as the skin of a cinnamon stick. Which she uses to scent the controlled winds inside her home.
By Mila Bedoya2 years ago in Fiction
Two Men, One Cage
The day young Thomas met the faces of faded men, was the same day the young boy became a prisoner. He did not know at the moment when the guards put him inside the cell, that it was a room that had been waiting for him all along.
By Mila Bedoya3 years ago in Humans
Le Parisian Brooklyn
Have you ever heard of New York? Probably not, being evidently sarcastic. Nonetheless, if you have, well... Let me tell you that there is a City a bit more to the North. A City that has taken on many names, given by many.
By Mila Bedoya3 years ago in Wander
The Lonely Hollow Mind
They say that if you want to write, you need to read. To grow your knowledge, develop your intellect. A flowing intellect mind is capable of various approaches of the world. Essentially to understand and issue them correctly. To comprehend the different perspectives of human mentally, yet not to celebrate them but to separate them.
By Mila Bedoya3 years ago in Psyche
New Today
New beginnings. New thoughts. New ideas. New limits. New Pressures. At least that is what we think starting the New Year means. While schools are having a break, celebrations are just ready in place, individually could we say the same?
By Mila Bedoya3 years ago in Motivation