Untold Stories

Imagine living your life surrounded by people but feeling alone. Creating fantasies just to feel alive. The choices made never felt like her own, but when she created these moments with another, she felt free. It was the intimacy that kept her from unravelling, so she thought. It was never really about the sex—until it was. Silence was her power until she looked deep within and realized she was broken. She went by many names, sometimes, no name at all. Today, she was Pristina.

The stories living in her head, the ones that fueled her to get out of bed, had her smiling and ready to explore another being, had to be set free. She decided today that she will entertain herself and get dressed. She wore a red spandex bodysuit that exposed her right leg, letting a little cleavage show. She let her hair down in its natural curls. She sat at her desk where her green typewriter waited for her to stroke the keys, and so it begins.