Sofia Duarte
Bio
Poetry, facts, and fiction. ✏️
A Portuguese writer with an ocean of content.
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Stories (62/0)
Summer Love
Oscar was with his parents on a new journey through his grandparents’ house. They were all happy with their two weeks’ vacation, free from all the city’s sounds and stress. He was five, so everything was awesome and new. He was eager to get there since he doesn’t have a lot of memories from last year. It was time to make them!
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
Time never waits
“Do you want a piece of chocolate cake, Mr. Death?” I’ve asked, trying not to look at my corpse. I’ve arrived home, after ten long hours of work, and I needed something to cheer me up. What better than a cappuccino and a piece of chocolate cake? Well, it would be nice if I hadn't choked on a piece of chocolate cake!
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Glare
This is a continuation of the first Vocal Creators Saloon Story Series, one episode written by each author. Please, start reading the following parts before continuing: ⚀ Part 1 Knife Skills ⚁ Part 2: The Right Thing ⚂ Part 3 Death Has An Order ⚃ Part 4 Karma ⚄ Part 5: Best Laid Plans
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
Barn me not!
I don’t like my folks. That’s why I’ve left our ranch as soon as I could. All those animals and routine tasks weren’t meant for me. I wanted to see the world from every angle and not just one horizon. And that’s why I’ve tried to stay far away as long as possible. It took me ten years to come back. I am a man of my word; I would help them if they needed. But my parents never asked me for help and, when I knew that they were in need, it was too late. My father was sick, my mother is weary, and the ranch is poorly cared for. I never said that I wouldn’t help them. I am actually pretty chocked that all this happened.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
The New Room
Two thousand and forty. There were no weeks nor days. The hours didn’t have the sun to count, and they were all locked within those walls. It was a virus, they said. A virus that killed all men, something about the chromosome that was fatally attacked by an airborne disease.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
How to eat with just a little Stone
I love the way this story is told. The Stone’s Broth is a Portuguese traditional dish with a traditional tale. I like this story because it shows one of the best characteristics of the Portuguese people: we can always come up with some solution, whatever the fate gifts us. It’s an inspiration to go though depression and other kinds of problems.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Confessions
Folklore: a gateway to future reality
When I was little, there were few books available in the house, so I always liked to stay with them at the library, so I could read all that I would need. I loved stories, jokes, riddles, historic and philosophic books. I am a retired bookworm. Today I am between writing and seeing series or movies from various countries. Netflix helps a lot with their kind of entertainment, I was a child that didn’t make my homework and would prefer spending time watching TV or reading books. Classes were enough, I wanted more knowledge than the one that school gives. Therefore, I was a little recipient that loved to get her head full of knowledge and dreams!
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Motivation
The Misfortune of the Twelve Maidens
We all know that when we were kids, we had some stories that we used to sing and to use when playing the rubber band game or jump rope. But we never thought about the lyrics when singing them. Most of them are so dark and deep that I don’t even know how come didn’t notice what we were saying. Worst! We even find them funny because of the dark and disturbing parts! Oh, that’s called innocence. We did know the words; therefore, we did know what they meant. But did we ever take the time to reflect on those disturbing actions?
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Confessions
Are you a Fish out of the Water? Become the Sushi of your life!
Since little that, my education was all about living by our morals from a philosophic point of view. With that in mind, I always seem to be from another world. Even my first and last name’s letters are ET: as an alien to all social gatherings. Misfit is my middle name, I cannot tell enough times that I was ‘out of place’, but let’s try to find some funny moments about my life that I was out-of-place.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Confessions