Hello, mes amis de Steemit! My mom has an unhealthy obsession with selfies. As you may have noticed, or not, I was away for a whole week and actually missed posting Learning to Leave [Venezuela] last Tuesday.

“Exile is like death. You cannot understand it until it happens to you.” – Golshifteh Farahani Stop what you’re doing for a moment (yes, including reading this) and ask yourself a question: What would

“Rage is caused by a conviction, almost comic in its optimistic origins, however tragic in its effects, that a given frustration has not been written into the contract of life.” – Alain de Botton It’s

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." - William Shakespeare Many of you must have heard or read that quote before. It’s from Romeo and Juliet, and hard to understand without context. The famous couple

Ayer, en las horas de la tarde, me contactó el ilustre @fakj94 para notificarme que tenía una nueva responsabilidad: responder al reto de explicar mi nombre de usuario. Así, pues, llegamos aquí. Este reto

Hello Steemit! Hello world! I have come back from the dead to join my voice to yours once more. I’ve been away for almost a month now, and I thought a sort of update post was in order, so those who care

Encendió el cigarro, lo acercó a sus labios e inhaló el humo mentolado. Sentía la calma volver lentamente a su cuerpo a medida que la nicotina era absorbida por sus pulmones. El cigarro después del sexo

I've always wanted to get the most out of life. Anything that it has to offer, I'll take it and make the most of it. One of the things life gives you, is the opportunity to challenge yourself. It's what

The fight for time is a hard one indeed, but essentially living a longer (awake) life couldn't be easy. Source for background: Seph the Zeth via DeviantArt Except it was. At least, that's what I thought

Greetings, Steemites (This one is new, I think it's the one that should stay). Some days ago, I was in the middle of an important creative meeting (blabbering about my plans to upend my sleeping schedule

Have you ever felt like the day has too few hours to do everything your current life asks of you? Do you feel sleeping at night is overrated? Do the chains of morpheus bind you to normality and limit your

The starry view from the old ship’s bridge was replaced by a blinding light. He shielded his eyes from the flash with one hand and gripped the seat’s armrests with his left. He had no hands left to shield

Joyous greetings, fellow steemlings! After a while completely focused on writing fiction, I've decided to take part in @terrycraft's amazing Steemit Poetry Contest on its 14th iteration. The theme is one

Water. Water… Just water. His whiskers swayed in the wind and his eyes closed reflexively. The salty wind never changed. He sat there often, high up; on the cold, gray beams. It was safe. Nobody could

Five days had passed since the shipwreck. Amanda, hungry and tired, lies on the hot sand at the beach. She listens to the regular sound of crashing waves, soothing her almost to sleep. After not being

Hello, steeming citizens of the world! I think it's time I stop greeting everyone with "HAPPY NEW YEAR", am I right? After a while, I've come back to poetry to partake in @terrycraft's world-famous

Ned sat on a big leather chair in a small dark room. The leather was soft, worn out from years of use. He was comfortable, but that didn’t help him feel any less anxious. He tapped his fingers on the cold

Giant Kanye West concert. Millions wait for their idol to come out and blow their empty minds away. He steps out, the masses cry out in ecstasy. Suddenly, a bald man steps from the shadows and smacks Kanye

I wish you a merry steem-mas, I wish you a merry steem-mas, I wish you a merry steem-mas, and green numbers on crypto. Made with resources from Ireland's Own Hello and happy holidays, fellow steemers,

Merry Steem-mass, fellow steemers! After a week of running around catching up with stuff around the house I'd ignored to study for tests, I'm back for @terrycraft's Steemit Poetry Contest #9. Being the