Andreea T. Felciuc

2 days ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Ben Ulansey

You’re online. Scrolling peacefully. And everything seems fine. But without realising it, strange creatures begin to gather around you, ready to strike. They look funny, they have absurd names and ridiculous stories. There’s no way out. Tung Tung Tung Tung Tung Sahur comes hurtling towards you straight out of some Indonesian creepypasta — a stump-bodied figure, bulging eyes, wielding a baseball bat like something out of Paranoia Agent (2004).

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Ben Ulansey

Or just catch me on the right dayI want to be beautiful — the kind that lives forever in mythologies and novels and wet dreams behind closed eyes, like perfume soaked into the fibers of clothing days later. The kind that makes poets and artists shed big, opalescent tears. I don’t want to be cute. I don’t want to be sweet. I want to be beautiful and I want beauty that tilts the world in my favor, making people ache without them knowing why.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Smillew Rahcuef

I write, even though I’m often convinced I’m no good at itWhen I was little, I wrote a simple rhyming poem that began: “It’s raining outside / Ana has eggs.” I was in the countryside, in a blue room, and the words appeared big and blue on the paper. I felt proud but didn’t show it to anyone. It was the first thing I ever wrote. After that, I continued writing. I wrote about cats in danger, princesses in love, bravery, holidays, and seasons. I wrote essays for school and kept a journal for myself.

1 month ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Smillew Rahcuef

When you write a lot, you realise every sentence you compose becomes a calling card — an explanation of who you areAndreea T. Felciuc·FollowPublished inThe Pub·4 min read·--Photo by Ishan @seefromthesky on UnsplashAlmost everything I’ve ever written — probably except for shopping lists — was meant to be read by someone else. At school, I wrote essays because I had to, and I gave it my all because it mattered tremendously at the time to get a star or a perfect grade in return.

2 months ago | medium.com | Andreea T. Felciuc |Mehmet Yildiz

And how the purpose has shiftedAndreea T. Felciuc·FollowPublished inILLUMINATION·3 min read·--Photo by Tomas Sobek on UnsplashWhen you spend a lot of time communicating in writing, you begin to realise that every sentence you write becomes a calling card — a way to introduce yourself to the world. Almost everything I’ve ever written — perhaps apart from shopping lists — was meant to be read by someone else.