Stella Marie
Bio
Change Nothing, Nothing will Change.
Stories (6/0)
Eternal Containment
Rays of iridescent green light peeked through the gaps of her clasped hands. One hand tightly bridged over the other trying to protect the precious encasement she was shielding. She was standing in a void, dark surrounding her. The light from the source gently started to reveal the features of this women. A silk slip hugged each corner of her long, slender profile and flowed beyond the length of her bare feet. The color almost matching the fair flesh that lay below. Toned, slender arms extending from her perfectly aligned posture. Weaves of white lace and silk concealing everything below the hollow of her neck. Her long hair complimented her piercing, deep-set eyes of honey reflecting the rays of light. They sat perfectly placed above her thin pursed lips. The features of this women were angelic, and I had seen them sometime before. I had been in her aura before.
By Stella Marie3 years ago in Futurism
Deer Family,
Quietly driving down the backroads, impending rain brewing in the night sky. There was a big day ahead of me tomorrow and the storm seemed like a mirror image of the anxiety inside of me. Lighting up behind the clouds, you could feel the moisture in the air and any minute now it was about to break through. Anxiety has been something that has overcome me, and even my best intentions, since I was a kid. That sudden feeling of Doom. Preparing for any important event, big and small, thinking of every little thing that could go wrong. Anything that could ruin the happiness you are trying to manifest. Its debilitating, frustrating and all consuming sometimes.
By Stella Marie3 years ago in Psyche
A Friend to All
What really is a friend? Is it the person we see on every wonderfully semi dramatic series we end up watching because there’s nothing to watch? The ones, somehow, you see every day. The ones who know your close family members better than you know them yourself. The ones that have a big crush on one of your siblings, that somehow, they see every day as well. This definition has always baffled me, like it was cut short. There should be sub-clause or like any information other than the verb and how to use it in a sentence. Something to help the introverts/empaths navigate better. Through out life you meet so many people. Some you call friends, some you feel something deeper and are your best friends, some you can’t stand most of the time, but you know they are good souls, and you would still do anything for them. Including continuing a friendship because you know already you are the only one who sees them, and you know how it feels to not be seen. I, myself, still can’t fully answer this question. People come as fast as they go, leaving memories and love behind in your heart and there’s. But at the end of the day, we are those people as well. We come and go.
By Stella Marie3 years ago in Confessions
Along Came a Spider
Rushing home on my lunch break because that McDonalds coffee just wasn't the appropriate choice of breakfast on this heat smothering Tuesday afternoon. Felt like a great idea, work was overloaded, I had a lot of decisions to make about upcoming events and after work it was 'make the house semi-presentable for family dinner night.' I finally make it to the front door, relief at the tip of my fingers before the key even grazed the rotating mechanism to unlock the door I retreated in pure fear. My arm held straight out like it was being pulled. A Spider! There is a Spider! Oh goodness it’s a Jumping Spider! Someone please save me! This spider had magically appeared and jumped from nowhere onto my hand. Now let me tell you, I'm no fan of spiders. I am much better than I used to be as I no longer scream and then kill them on sight, but the fear still sometimes sinks and paranoia for the remainder of that day is inevitable.
By Stella Marie3 years ago in Motivation