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D.S. Fisichella
Bio
Writing is a vulnerable experience. Be it fiction (for the imagination), poetry (for the soul) or non-fiction... it is all an art form to me. Thank you for reading and making my words worth sharing. www.dsfwrites.carrd.co
Stories (24/0)
Warriors (Again)
For the teachers who saw the potential in us that we couldn't see in ourselves, for the families that had our backs, and for the friends that kept us going. Lastly, for my former classmates and fellow Warriors. This is one is for you. -With Love, Sonya
By D.S. Fisichella2 years ago in Education
We Were Perfect
I will forever have my parents to thank for making me interesting. Turns out, when you uproot your family and move them across an ocean in pursuit of better opportunities and a chance at the American Dream, you automatically instill in your child a sense of patriotism and a smidge of existential dread.
By D.S. Fisichella3 years ago in Families
Spiritual Compatibility
We've all heard the slogan, "opposites attract." You know, the whole 'we complete each other' and all that jazz. Dating someone who is different from us can often strengthen our relationship. There are benefits to finding a mate who has strengths where our weaknesses lie. So the question becomes, is there such thing as too different?
By D.S. Fisichella4 years ago in Humans
Screaming into the Void
She sits in the car, staring ahead, her lips a straight line. With one glance you can’t pick up on the nervous tapping of her foot, the microscopic twitch of her fingers around the Styrofoam container in her lap. You may not pick up on the way her eyes dart to the door handle, but eventually, you’ll notice the stream of tears down her left cheek. Whatever flipped the switch doesn’t matter anymore. She’s not thinking about the worthless argument, or the feeling of rage it brought on for no reason at all. All she can think about now is the noise in her mind.“This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.”She imagines unbuckling her seat belt, unlocking the door, and sailing through the open space to her death.This.IsNot.You.Does the car coming up on the right have the capacity to crush her right away? Will she feel it for long?This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.Could they revive her?Stop.Would she be deformed?Stop!Would her son recognize her?STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT NOW! GOD, HELP! HELP ME! HELP ME!Her husband sighs, his eyes looking over to where she sits, motionless. “So, are you going to say something? I’m sorry I upset you.”Flip.She reaches up, wipes her tears, and takes a breath before looking back at him.“Sorry, babe. I had to ride the wave.”
By D.S. Fisichella5 years ago in Psyche
Why My Fantasy World Includes Suicidality and Other Sad Stuff. Top Story - May 2019.
Where do movie makers get their ideas for the next blockbuster?Writers.How do the news get to our Facebook timeline?Writers.How do we decide which new diet to follow, or what new habit to start? Probably an article or a blog written by... yep, you guessed it.
By D.S. Fisichella5 years ago in Journal
Dear Sixteen-Year-Old Me
Dear sixteen-year-old me, I know you think you're just waiting for your life to begin, you keep saying to yourself that first you have to graduate high school, figure out a career path to follow, and somewhere along the way you're going to get married to your amazing boyfriend and live happily ever after.
By D.S. Fisichella6 years ago in Motivation