Hello you, I am super duper excited you’re on my Medium page!
My name is Alice Almeida, I’m a writer and poet, I was born in 1997 on March 24th (don’t forget to wish me happy birthday haha). I’m friendly, I talk to much, and sometimes you may think I’m flirting, but I’m really just being nice (and sometimes I’ll be flirtin, and you’ll think I’m just being nice…Well!).
Here on Medium you can find a different kind of story/journal. I talk about my own life in the third person, as if I was writing it and everything had been…
Contains mentions and/or descriptions of:
cheating, divorce, alcohol, sex workers, emotional abuse, strong language
Allison was alone, with two babies to raise and a few bottles of wine. Tired, angry, and alone. Cursing the winds for listening to her heart and marrying Elliot, because now she was divorced at twenty-eight.
Have you ever felt broken? But not in an artistic, lyrical, depressive way, just physically broken without any meaning or reasoning, like a glass that accidentally slipped from someone’s hand and fell to the ground. You can even pause that one scene in your mind: the very moment the…
Chapter 10 – balancing on a broken chair
She learned how to walk alone, but that she doesn’t mean she must be lonely. Where does that leave our main character? Where will she go from this, if when she wants to be alone she feels lonely, and when she’s around weird or virtual friends she wishes to be alone?
The answer may be in her own past.
As a child she loved chairs that has one broken foot, so she could bounce back and forth. Children can have fun with anything, can’t they?
Her favorite thing to do was to…
Chapter 9 — that girl from school
Ah, an angel is born. Sixteen years later a totally batshit crazy critter takes over her mind. The crises start off as panic attacked, the imminent fear of death and creepy crawlers. Then comes the anxiety attack, the increasing feeling of doom and terror.
Once upon a time there was a girl. The girl you read about every Friday night, that girl. Her family told her she was fat, so she couldn’t eat anything but a small meal at lunch.
Oh, that girl was always stuck in her head, in her lalaland of…
Chapter 8 – when she wrote to him
With her heart broken, abs tears in her eyes, she finally sat down to write the one who tortured her a heartfelt letter:
“You had no right to take my holy bed, my preciously decorated bedroom, and me. You couldn’t have me that way. You couldn’t hold me, make me cry, make me bleed when it wasn’t that time of the month. You are the reason I cry. The reason I fear.
I hate to say this, but I allowed your abuse to continue for months, soaked in my blood and my…
Chapter 7 — jump or not
She sat on her desk, watching through window cars going back and forth. The night was partially cloudy, but the light breeze would at time push the clouds aside so she could see one or two stars shinning. In the big city that was a big deal, and deep inside her heart she smiled. Gratitude filled her, what a small blessing to see a star in such a light filled sky.
A hundred and forty one feet off the ground, around forty tree meters, she looked down and for the first time was taken…
Chapter 6— Storyteller
There she was reminiscing on how life had brought her to the present day. Secrets of the Concrete Life was almost ready to be published to the world, never in her wildest dreams she believed she could write poetry, but there she was about to publish a chapbook.
Not many years ago, she was still in school and teachers would compliment her stories, as well as call her out during class to stop writing them and pay attention to them. Back when she used to write in Portuguese, until her History teacher threatened reading it out loud…
Chapter 5 – Daydreaming
She was finally home alone.
She smiled as her dog hopped on the couch to take a nap, she grabbed her old Sony Erickson phone and her cheap earbuds and started dancing.
Suddenly she wasn’t in her living room anymore, but at a party with her boyfriend Nick holding her by the waist as they danced and sing to the song that was playing. He made her feel warm inside, and the butterflies were taking over her stomach, was that the night he was finally going to kiss her?
The alarm on her phone when off…
Chapter 4 — La la land
How wonderful to get drunk on something stronger than the drinks at the bar! She was high but she hadn’t taken any drugs, she had created the hallucination of wonderful times. She had traveled to la la land; her carefully built paradise where she could be free and happy, and make her dreams come true.
In her la la land she wasn’t lonely, I mean, in the company of her cat only. In her la la land she was a star, a model, beautiful and perfect, like the movies and magazines dictate all women…
chapter 3 — The girl with daddy issues who likes older men
She walk in an old bar, with a cheap dirty. look to it. The stools were high a little too high, or she was a little too short, like a child who shouldn’t be there. But she managed to sit her pretty little ass in one those uncomfortable red stools and asked the barman for something strong.
“Fuck me up, fam. Either I get drunk at 3pm on a Wednesday or I’ll jump off a bridge!”
The whole scene was pitful and just sad, this beautiful girl was…