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๐๐ฆ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ,
๐๐ฐ ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ถ๐บ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต.
Part six of my story What ever happened? is out on substack now! Go read it and tell me what you think!
A little excerptโฆ
Catalina staggered out of the upstairs bathroom and down the corridor to Zairaโs old room. She could make out the outline of a man coming up the stairs, but she couldnโt see his face due to the direct sunlight, and maybe to the panic attack she was currently having.
I watched as Jacques' car pulled out of the garage and onto the road. I rested my elbow on the counter and my chin on my hand. With my mouth open and my tongue, pink and slimy, hanging out, saliva dribbled down my chin, seeping between my fingers. My eyes were squinted, red and dry. I hadn't slept well since we moved in, the howls of coyotes and mountain lions in the hills kept me awake at night and echoed in my head during the day. I wasn't used to living next to the forest.
I dried my mouth with the back of my hand and shook the shiny, wet saliva on my apron. I took a deep breath, stretched my arms toward the ceiling and got to work. I went upstairs, where the bedroom I shared with Jaques and his office was located. I entered the bedroom and made the bed, punched and shaped the cushions, scented the room with a sweet air freshener and turned around.
The office door was closed, rattling in the wind and banging on the frame arrhythmically. I knew I shouldn't open it, Jacques had warned me. His office was his personal space, I had to respect it. If I didn't strictly respect his privacy I offended him, and then he would yell at me.
Excerpt of my latest short story Possession. It will be on Substack next week.
Hey, lovelies! Iโm back on Substack!
The tiny screenshotted fragment there is from the latest chapter of a story I post monthly, apart from my essays or short stories which I try to post weekly on fridays, but itโd been a while since I last posted.
Hereโs the link to my latest piece, read the previous chapters before it (or donโt) and tell me what you think! I love hearing from you!!
I missed you all,
Anna
I just finished the second week of uni. It went by really quickly, it's been good. I don't have much work yet so I've been getting back into substack lately.
I made an instagram account specifically for my writing, it's @thatswhytheycallmeanitaa, i hope you follow it. I also hope you follow my substack, you won't regret it.
I'm currently reading Antigone, for uni; it always makes me tear up. I'm writing a lot, in fact I will post an essay on substack tomorrow (hopefully).
Substack is a strange place, just as tumblr or letterboxd are, it's hard to find a community there, plus nobody I know in real life ever uses any of these apps. Most of my Substack followers and subscribers are people I know irl who decided to subscribe to do me a favor, but they never read, like or comment on my posts; it's discouraging.
For all my life I've thought the only possible job I could ever have was to be a writer or artist, now, already in university, I fear people might not want to consume my art; I fear being invisible.
Maybe this is weird, but I'm scared. I've only ever wanted to write, and to have people consume my writing.
Anyways, I'm going crazy but I still love all of you,
Xx, lots of love,
Anna
Hey angels. How was your weekend? I hope It was amazing. I didn't do much apart from homework and uni stuff. Anyway, I wrote on my substack; I did a weekly r.e.p.o.r.t, that's where you say the things you're into that week, I put some pictures of the fashion I was into, I think it turned out great. Here's the link if you guys wanna check it out.
https://annagutierrez.substack.com/p/weekly-report
Gratefully,
Anna.
Hola chicas! Sรฉ que esto es un poco diferente a lo que suelo publicar, pero acabo de subir un ensayo en Substack y me gustarรญa que lo leyeran. El ensayo es un trabajo que hice para clase de historia de la filosofรญa el aรฑo pasado, es sobre la relaciรณn entre el marxismo y el feminismo y habla de que pese a sus similitudes las dos doctrinas nunca se han unido, y de el porquรฉ de todo eso. aquรญ estรก el link:
Espero que os guste, como siempre,
Xx,
Anna.