Viorel Secareanu
Bio
I share thoughts on photography and life, mostly lessons learned around things I’ve been dealing with the last few years, managing time, finding focus, and being happy.
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Stories (33/0)
Terror in the Woods: A Camping Trip Turned Deadly
Introduction Four friends go on a camping trip to the nearby forest. As they hike into the woods, Sarah feels uneasy. The dense foliage and the rustling of the leaves create an eerie atmosphere, which grows more ominous as they go deeper into the woods. After finally reaching the camping spot, they hear strange noises and whispers in the wind that heighten their fear. Later, they are awakened by a blood-curdling scream, leading them to a mangled and dismembered body. Soon, they find themselves face to face with a shadowy creature and must fight for their lives.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Horror
Two Souls in Love's Golden Years
In a world that often seems to value youth and beauty above all else, it's easy to forget the beauty of a love that has withstood the test of time. But in this poem, we witness the story of two souls in their golden years, who have been through thick and thin, but still, hold hands as young lovers do.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Poets
Haunted Walls: The Horrors of the Abandoned Hospital
Prologue: If walls could talk, what stories would they tell? Tales of love and loss, triumph and tragedy, secrets and scandals that have taken place before their very eyes. Walls witness it all, silent observers of the passing of time.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Fiction
Dark Whispers
The old mansion had a history of horrors that echoed through the halls. It was a place of unrelenting darkness and dread. From the outside, it looked like any other grand old house, but within, it was a different story. The walls themselves seemed to have a life of their own, absorbing the pain and suffering of its inhabitants throughout the centuries. But little did anyone know that the walls had a voice of their own, a voice that could speak of unspeakable terrors.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Fiction
Moments of Serenity and Peace
Amidst the constant noise, a moment of peace offers a chance to escape and find solace in stillness. It is a moment to cherish, where worries and stress retreat, and we are wrapped in a calm and a sense of completeness. These moments of serenity are a treasure to hold onto and can be found again whenever we need them. Let us embrace and hold tight to moments of peace in this fast-paced world.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Poets
The Truth about the Draco Reptilians: Rulers of the New World Order
According to SSP and MILAB super soldiers and insiders, this is the race that has terrorized half the galaxy, including our solar system, directly interfering with Earth's ascent for more than 21,000 years and sporadically for nearly millions of years.
By Viorel Secareanuabout a month ago in Fiction
String Theory - The Theory Of Everything
Where do we come from and where does the world come from? What is the world made of? We are privileged to live in an age where we have come close enough to some of the answers. String theory is our latest attempt to answer the last of these questions - the "Theory of Everything".
By Viorel Secareanu5 months ago in Futurism
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu6 months ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu6 months ago in Confessions
Billy's Adventures in Romania in The Mamaia Resort (Black Sea)
The last day. The seawater hugged his legs and caressed his ankles as if begging him to stay. For that second, before the tide returned its characteristic coldness, the seawater felt warm. Pleasure and pain, joy and sadness. Relief.
By Viorel Secareanu6 months ago in Journal
