Nina Karatkevich
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Stories (6/0)
The Stars and I- Trying to Find Myself
The Beginning I was lost for a long time. Growing up in a turbulent and unstable environment can do that to a person. Instability, it takes energy away from being able to form as a person and turns your focus towards surviving. Instead of looking for hobbies, interests, and friends, I waited, sometimes impatiently, for the next fight or the next big move. Neither, high school nor college, were the best years of my life because I was too busy being lost. When college came along, all of a sudden, I went from being a lost teenager to an adult struggling to grapple through new expectations while still trying to figure out who I was as a person. That was how I ended up spending two torturous years pursuing a career I did not like and closing myself up completely to the outside world, then finally reaching my bottom and seeking out help.
By Nina Karatkevich3 years ago in Motivation
The Book
He breathed a sigh of relief. His breath escaping as white wisps of swirls in the cave lit only by the few torches thrown about the stone walls. His hands were covered in a cold sweat as he gripped the handle of his sword. The worn leather had long started to unwind, allowing for the cold of hard steal to come through. His hands shook and violently at that. The pain had long numbed into an uncomfortable ache. This quest had been a difficult one.
By Nina Karatkevich3 years ago in Futurism
The Other Woman
Journal Entry One, My therapist told me that I should write down my feelings or events that seem to stick to me. I don’t pay her for nothing, so I will have to listen to her. However, I refuse to date these entries because time is my enemy. The days mock me. They mock the progress I have been making. For me, my progress is never fast enough. I am told to be patient, so here I am. Patiently writing when all I want is to forget. I want to exist without existing. Fade into the cold floor of the apartment you had left me. I want to drown my misery with cognac until the world turns into a whirlwind of colors and shapes. But alas, I know you wouldn’t want that for me. So, I am trying.
By Nina Karatkevich3 years ago in Humans
Project Crypto
The man sat at the small metal coffee table, watching out the window, the world below. New York City. A city that had once stood gloriously had long fallen under economic pressure. Smoke rose from the streets scattered with the corpse remains of ancient cars. His watch buzzed, and a hologram popped up, the neon green numbers glitching out for a moment before stabilizing.
By Nina Karatkevich3 years ago in Futurism
A Place so Very Disconnected
There is a strange disconnect from the places you lived when you had spent most of your life moving. You never quite feel at home anywhere. I spent a great deal of my life moving from place to place, country to country, and city to city. However, my grandmother's house, in a small isolated village in Belarus, will always be the place I consider to have had the most significant impact during my childhood.
By Nina Karatkevich3 years ago in Wander