Author: Astrid Arditi Title: Olympian Challenger (Book One) Genre: Young Adult/Mythology Hope Diaz is slowly and painfully losing her mother to dementia. The only parent she has ever known. A mysterious invitation to a competition hosted by the Olympian gods could be just the thing that turns her life around. The hero will be granted… Continue reading Olympian Challenger
In their wake suicides leave a lot of pain, confusion and sometimes mystery. No matter how devastating suicides are there is something that can be learned from them. That is what I discovered in the last four years when I lost my two friends and a cousin to suicide. Quality of life. One of the… Continue reading I Lost Loved Ones to Suicide, Here’s What I Learned.
I had that dream again, the one where I kneel before you and make overtures. I awoke, confronted by my fear of intimacy, my shunning of it in pursuit of a more o it. Each day I’m more afraid than the last that I’m losing you. You will have to push me because I’m a… Continue reading Dissonance
The woman walked into the park, wearing a floppy hat that obscured her facial features and a dowdy trench coat that hung loose upon her spindly figure, slicing through life with her aquiline nose. Her feet buckled in her shoes as she thrust forward. She found her bench in the grey of the dying day… Continue reading Strangers
He anxiously waited at the bus stop for her. It had been months since he’d last saw her but it had felt like years. She was on television, in many interviews, different shows and locations and it appeared a lot had transpired, it’s the illusion of pluralism. In the village things hadn’t changed much, things… Continue reading In Modicums
You sit in front of me and I try to look at you. To discern meaning from the way the lines on your glowing freckled face contract, expand and quiver. I try to make sense of how your smile flickers and the way your dimples blush making eternal impressions for my mind to taste. Sweet,… Continue reading Mind Candy
Blood is the answer to questions never asked. Blood is the answer to worries, never shared. A temporary remedy, For the insecurity and the slow death of the self. Bottled, about to burst. Blood, Blood, Splat. Break these ribs. Slit these wrists.
We fought each other, with each opportunity we got. For you it was a chance to have one over me, for me it was about destroying you. With each defeat I hoped you’d break and you would confess, at last, that I’m better than you. Then we grew and we discovered as big as the… Continue reading Nemesis