snow falls

Author's note!!!

Hello!!! So it is the 8th of December 2024, and I've had this website since the 23rd of April 2024. As the year comes to an end I look back and write "snow falls", which is something I'd usually write in The Crypt as it's simply my feelings hidden under secenery, in prose. I think that I've grown a lot as a writer since I first started putting these short stories out as, for the first time, I had gotten my criticism from the vast place that is the Internet, from strangers who do not know me or what I look like, they don't know if I'm introverted or extroverted, chalant or nonchalant, they just know what I wrote. They have no interest in sugarcoating their feedback. They have no reason to mind my feelings. They can simply say the truth in a comment, press "post", then move on from me, forever.

I have received constructive criticism that I hold dear. I learnt from it, I applied it, and I think that I'm becoming better at my craft each and every day.

I have also connected with people who liked my writing and I want to thank them. Words truly cannot express what your support means to me. No literary device can express it. THANK YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH!!!

I have decided to change the name of the subsection of this website from "Short stories" to "Prose", because of little things I write such as Morning Glory , minds change ,History and Call it art that are not short stories, just reflections I decided to let crawl out of the sparkly notebook I called The Crypt (just a little juxtaposition to show how a teenage girl - or human, in general, but teenage girl in my case - has a lot of different layers, I could write about how I'm so burnt out and how I feel like I'm drowning in the expectations I myself have made other people have and how I feel like I can't study, but I must because I don't care how many times my parents say grades do not matter to them, because I know they matter to me, because I want to be perfect, because I want to be the best of the best, and not just average, and how I know I shouldn't complain because my parents are supportive of me nonetheless, but I still think my feelings are valid, all while hiding it under metaphors and writing cute aestethic titles with my pastel highlighters. Woah, those were a lot of words, get a grip, Ștefania??????).

ANYHOWWWWW, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED MUCH, HIGHSCHOOL IS ROUGH!!! 11TH GRADE IS HARD!!! LET'S GET READING PEOPLE AND INTO THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT!!!!! HOHOHO, FALALALA!!!!!

(and no, this doesn't have a synopsis, she's different (yes, that was cringe, but what's life without a little bit of cringe?))

snow falls

Snow falls, and I feel like I'm falling, too. Falling from the mountaintop of expectations I built and fail now to achieve. I put on an overachiever façade and now I fear it's falling like the snow.

Snow falls so beautifully, burying the city in it's white, cool embrace. She makes everything fall quiet, she makes it all seem peaceful. In the dim light of the street lights, smiling snowmen brought to life by children wave to the passer by. I wish I could freeze this scene in time. Everything is silent and covered in white. Lights decorate the houses, families in their dining room laugh as they watch the snow falling, waiting for Christmas to finally come.

Snow falls and buries the pavement underneath, and alongside with it the stress that consumed me.

With my hair white, but not from age, with mittens shielding my hands from the cold, I almost smile relieved, but I cannot, when I remember there are now people who have not shelter, or a dinner.

And so I drag my feet through the layer, now thick, and I ask myself why do I never allow myself a moment of happiness? Why am I so pessimistic?

I put my head on the pillow and I close my eyes, my thoughts keep spirraling while the snow falls.

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