Cecylia Costania

Daily writing promptIf your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?View all responses You wonder, sometimes, if you were brave enough. Brave enough to leave the life you’d grown too comfortable inside. The one you’d learned to navigate by its hardness, its greyness, its particular brand of sorrow — till they became ordinary simply because you’d let it. You…

Daily writing promptIf your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?View all responses “You’re late.”  You muttered it without turning from the telescope — the big one, the golden one, the one that had always been yours in the way that certain things became yours without anyone deciding it. The observatory sat behind you, warm and amber in the dark. Ahead, the…

Daily writing promptWhat’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?View all responses The bouquet landed in your hands. You stared at it. Looked up. Liam was staring at you with an expression that cycled, in approximately one second. Shock, delight, something smug, something deeply pleased, and then the specific expression of a man doing the math on what this meant…

Daily writing promptWhat’s a thing you wish schools actually taught?View all responses The garden was everything — white and red and impossibly romantic. Chairs arranged in soft rows, broken white ribbons catching the breeze, the late sun arriving at exactly the angle that made everything look like it had been lit by someone who knew what they were doing. The officiant stood at the front, voice…

Daily writing promptWhat’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?View all responses The garden was everything — white and red and impossibly romantic, a painting in real life. Chairs arranged in soft rows, ribbons catching the breeze, the late sun arriving at exactly the angle that made everything look like it had been lit by someone who knew what they were doing. The officiant stood at…

What is your favorite quote? I remember your touch. Your caress Your hair Your face The way kisses along your jawline cut through my entire being. The way a certain softness in your eyes shook my whole being I want you. I miss you like no ordinary longing could ever describe. There are no words for how painfully it aches to crave another being like this. I crave you. And I think, the…

What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore? I used to think about love, but it slapped me all the way to the ground. I used to dream about love, but it kept lending me nightmares. I used to fantasize about love, but it was never real. I used to fight for love, but I was always alone. I used to cry about love, but it slowly soothe me. I used to doubt love, but someone…

Daily writing promptWhat’s a quote that perfectly describes your outlook on life?View all responses “Today was meant to be the second.” He looked at Lance. The professional register gone.  “Everything Mr. Reed did after that — the cover-ups, the membership, years of standing exactly where he was told to stand — he did inside a trap that closed around two children before either of them was old…

Daily writing promptWhat are your top 10 travel destinations?View all responses He looked at Lance. The professional register gone.  “Everything Mr. Reed did after that — the cover-ups, the membership, years of standing exactly where he was told to stand — he did inside a trap that closed around two children before either of them was old enough to see it. He didn’t join anything.” The edge in…

If you had to give one life-changing tip, what would it be? I wonder, What happened to me? I finally got what I wanted Prestige, pride, power Knowledge, growth But time, how do I get them back? Weekdays filled with them Weekend feels so short Even almost always afraid of sleeping cause I just don’t want the world to keep going I want to stop I want to have the world bow down I want to…

Daily writing promptWhat are your top 10 travel destinations?View all responses He looked like himself.  Entirely, precisely, infuriatingly himself. Suit immaculate. Blonde hair slightly wind-caught at the edges. A folder under one arm and a stack of documents in his opposite hand. His expression set in that focused, unhurried calm.  Then he started walking down the aisle.  Like he had all…

Do you think everything happens for a reason? Is it one’s responsibility to look someone in the eye, and tell them things they wanna hear though he didn’t meant it? Is it one’s capability, Of lying, Over and over again. Though it’s actually against his own will? Though he thinks it’s for the best— Though he did because he loved her?

What’s a song lyric that has stuck with you forever? He looked like himself.  Entirely, precisely, infuriatingly himself. Suit immaculate. Blonde hair slightly wind-caught at the edges. A folder under one arm and a stack of documents in his opposite hand. His expression set in that focused, unhurried calm.  Then he started walking down the aisle.  Like he had all the time in the world.Like…

What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do? Again, just realized how important someone’s first is—especially if it’s your loved one’s—after a movie depicted how the character actually felt in a confession scene. To think about it.. Wow—I actually cared about “firsts” once In fact, too much it made myself small. Once when I cared too much—which then…

What’s the funniest misunderstanding you’ve ever been part of? He looked like himself.  Entirely, precisely, infuriatingly himself—suit immaculate, blonde hair slightly wind-caught at the edges, a folder under one arm and a stack of documents in his opposite hand, his expression set in that focused, unhurried calm. Then he started walking down the aisle. Like he had all the time in the world.…

Daily writing promptIf you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?View all responses Trevor, still at the altar, watched his father with an expression that had gone very quiet. Very still. The expression of someone watching something they had always known was coming and had never quite been able to stop. Then he turned to you. Just looked at you, for a second. And then he…

He looked like himself. Entirely, precisely, infuriatingly himself—suit immaculate, blonde hair slightly wind-caught at the edges, a folder under one arm and a stack of documents in his opposite hand, his expression set in that focused, unhurried calm. Then he started walking down the aisle. Like he had all the time in the world. Like the chaos erupting around him was simply weather. “I…