Words & Stories
Since I was a child, I found comfort in writing and wonder in reading. Later in life, it was even a generous part of my work tasks, since I've been working for various clients to tell their stories. Now, it's a window into my soul, out of which poetry and stories pour through.
Sometimes, I feel what I write is entirely mine, yet other times I have an otherworldly feeling of being a mere vessel for stories beyond time.
Sometimes, I am amazed at what comes out of my hands.
I have been writing hundreds of pages by now and probably read hundreds of thousands more (yes, I read a lot)....yet I'm not cocky at all when I say I am my own favorite writer.....because every time I get back and read what I wrote, I am in awe of the truths hidden behind phrases that somehow I was so lucky to receive inspiration to write. At characters and their stories that hold bits of me and everyone I ever loved, mixed and matched in a new mosaic of pieces that no longer resemble their source.
So, if we've met and you meant something for me, there's likely a trace of you here. Maybe it's obvious, maybe it's hidden, maybe I didn't even know I recalled it from you.
If you're a stranger to me, you might even find more of you here than you thought.
Maybe I get to be your new favorite writer - do tell me if I that happens :)
Other Life - Altă viață - Otra Vida
Once upon a time, eons ago or away, in a beautiful paradise world somewhere in this vast Universe, a young girl fell in love.
She was kin to beings who some call gods, emperors, queens or various sorts of mythical lordships... she was told she was special, yet human, of feline descent. She resented their titles and games, embracing only what was human within.
She was told her blue blood is home to a wild spirit, and she wondered if that's why she often felt so alone, such a misfit.
The story of her unusually long human life is a whirlwind of all the emotions that can be felt, of peculiar happenings and fated moments that ripped her heart open and stitched her back...different.
This is the story of a world where you got too much too soon, where magic and alien tech lived side by side in an unholy match of power, where things that shouldn't be real, are.
This is the story of a community that opened its arms to strangers that never left and welcomed so many guests that no one remembers who was there first.
This is the story of a paradise lost, of a world that blew up in pieces, of which only memories linger...and ache. A world out of which stories of Heaven and Hell could've been born.
On the long journey through the endless night, on a quest to find another home between the stars, Nora finally summons the courage to remember. For once, to stop running when overwhelmed.
To sit with her memories, write them down, make sense of them and store them into the Library... only to find out she remembers more than she lived herself.
Whose memories she carries? Are they also yours?
Author's hints
Some chapters have been written in Romanian first, so if you want to read the original use the Romanian version of my website.
You get to read as I write, I only know barely a little more than you about this story that comes to me in strange ways and otherworldly whispers.
Chapters, like memories, might not bow to a simple timeline.
Some words belong to Nora's own vocabulary and shall be kept as such. My choice of language is intentional, and you eventually might understand why.
I draw my own illustrations, you get to see these characters through my eyes. I also used the sketches and descriptions I made to generate some AI pictures, will add and mark them accordingly.
This is a misfit novel, not entirely fantasy, neither sci-fi, not completely epic, since poetry runs through their veins...nor does it lack scenes that could gloriously be set on a theater stage. Because sometimes we're not born to fit in.
Poems of Other Life
