Nadia Iris
Bio
• I write from a place of sincerity •
Stories (28/0)
The Moon Goddess
His friend’s eyes had glossed over. A new personality had joined them. The alcohol settled into his body, bringing forth the inebriated version of himself. His tone of voice increased and a lack of focus was unquestionably present. It seemed as if his friend had no cares in this world, which, sadly, he knew wasn’t true. Rio observed his old associate with sorrow. They sat face to face at the sticky table in the beer tent. The smell of old beer splattered all over the floor made Rio uncomfortable. He had joined his friend out of sheer pity, which now, he regretted. He watched as his friend gulped down the last bits of his stale beer and bang the glass on the table. He reached out for the pretty waitress.
By Nadia Iris2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2021
In his defense...
It was 11 o’ clock on a Wednesday. I know because it was break time after assembly. We gathered in the staff room. It was a scorcher, a typical South African summer’s day, and I was frustrated by the heat and the pile of marking waiting for me on my desk.
By Nadia Iris2 years ago in Confessions
What being a teacher REALLY means
If you ask any teacher, more likely than not, they’ll tell you that being a teacher is one of the most rewarding jobs in the world. The relationships formed with children are priceless and watching the spark in a child’s eye after they have understood a concept you’ve imparted onto them will make your heart fly.
By Nadia Iris3 years ago in Education