Welcome to my imaginary worlds!
My name is Ilona, and I love talking about movies, video games, fashion, but also food and pop culture fashion. But my real passion is writing horror stories.
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Chapter 6 – The Names of Things The morning after the ice rink, Liz woke before her alarm. That was not normal. Usually, morning arrived like an administrative punishment: an alarm too sharp, light too grey, the weight of the day already settled on her chest before she had even opened her eyes. But that…
Today is World Sobriety and Alcoholism Day. I don’t really know what alcohol tastes like and yet it’s a subject that is close to my heart. Indeed, I was born with partial Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FAS). I’m not a doctor, I dont have all the statistics, I just talk about my case if you want…
Chapter 5 – Falling, Tenderly Liz arrived at the ice rink fifteen minutes early. She had pretended it was habit, because she hated being late, because London transport was too unpredictable to be trusted. In reality, she had needed fifteen minutes to regret her decision in silence. The rink had been set up outdoors, in…
Chapter 4 – Liz’s Coat Lelliana kept the coat for three days. Officially, because she was working too much to return it. Officially, because between two shifts, two nights that were far too short, and three late buses, it had been impossible to find a proper moment to stop by the library. Officially, because she…
Chapter 3 – The Bridge Between Them For three days, the unlikely friendship lived inside Liz’s phone. It began each morning with a message from Lelliana, often absurd, sometimes accompanied by a blurry photo of her coffee, her shoes, a hospital corridor, or a packet of biscuits eaten at three in the morning during a…
Chapter 2 – The Messages We Don’t Delete The day after Halloween, London had the particular kind of hangover only big cities know how to wear. The pavements were littered with crushed cups, wet glitter, and plastic vampire teeth abandoned near the gutters. Shop windows reflected a low, thick, grey sky, as though the previous…
I’m a little scared to post this, it’s the first time I’ve posted this kind of story. I wrote this story to make it a sort of novel. There are 11 chapters in total. I plan to post one every two weeks on Friday, hoping you like it. Happy reading. Chapter 1 – An Unlikely…
Fear, alongside laughter and sadness, is one of the fundamental emotions at the heart of every story, regardless of the medium through which it is told. It’s no coincidence that the origins of horror cinema can be traced back to the very birth of filmmaking itself, with pioneering filmmaker Georges Méliès directing The House of…
My family recipe. It isn’t a childhood memory—even though I ate them often back in Poland—but rather the first thing I learned to make with Vera, my mother, after we reconnected. The first time Vera taught me to make pierogi, I don’t think I quite knew what to do with the new space she was…
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