Chacha Jaramillo

“Judging a book by its cover? NEVER!” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #187

Never thought I was to bump into a special character that will inspire one of social channels creation. Because of his special character- not his looks, I totally overlook the fact that - to never judge the book by its cover. He was a mix of Garfield and a peculiar character. I decided to call him GRUMPFIELD, because his expression. Grumpy…. All the time? Cats are lovable, cuddling, playful, everything you could imagine about a cat…. But…. Why honey? Why that putty face?….. At early age, his character was always the quiet type of...

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“The grass was always greener on this side - Doomsday Diary” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #157

The warm breeze brushes the tall California Grass and a flock of seagulls gracefully fly by, guided by the sudden change of weather. The last solar eclipse made the seagulls hesitate about starting their migration south at the beginning of fall. They pretty much predicted the absence of food by calling the others in their flock with their screeching chilling calling while challenging the others for territory. Their heads lowering crouched up and down, like yelling at someone-their ‘mewing’ was not as often as before. Maybe the neighbours cat...

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“Against all odds: My journey to freedom From a heart stroke to walking again” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #153

The last thing I remembered was complaining about a back pain. Already exhausted, stressed and self-neglected, my mind slowly and painfully dived into the darkness. No more sounds, no more feelings, no more needs. I felt happy. I felt light. No more worrying. Neat. A faint recurring beep kept on waking me up. Yeah, I was aware of my surroundings, but something was impeding me from standing and look out. It was a constant battle- no more win - win. Ok, why the heck was I being compelled to contemplating this quietness? It felt nice, but empty...

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“Welcome to HEATHERGATE -where the streets have no name ” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #134

It has been two weeks since Garrett started carefully watching the workers on the field at the bottom of the creek. This creek starts at the top of the backdrop of Mount Geneve, for some reason Garrett sensed that something was wrong. Typical man, dressed up with dark brown trousers and jacket, slim built dark brown jacket, he looked like Indiana Jones to me. No whip, no hat. His expertise in hydraulic engineering degree was telling him there was something wrong with that permanent suspension bridge. He needed to contact the builders at the ...

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“831 - 8 words, 3 words, 1 meaning ” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #133

Cree’s birthday was approaching and Ada’s plan to surprise Cree needed to be kept top secret.   Many mystical secret places known to both, there was a place they both wanted to visit. A paradise like never seen before, where stars bright show their beauty like diamonds reflected on the white steam the natural water scape forces the white mist provoked by the fierce water current of the river vigorously patting the black stones at the bottom of the fall. ⁉️ Black diamonds competing against the bright stars spread along the black sky...

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“The fallout of an inevitable encounter” by Chacha Jaramillo

Everything was ready for the ritual.A true test for everyone‘s sane mind.I’m considering myself lucky to be alive after this life changing experience. I’m lucky to be alive. This is a real life story.Lucky I did not loose my mind.My sanity, my thoughts. Everyone I told about though I have lost my mind, nevertheless the people involved were never ever seen nor heard of again.I spent like a year and a half at a hospital with an unknown diagnosed disease. I had good days and bad days. My brother always made sure m come by before the end of...

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“What about love? -don’t let it slip away” by Chacha Jaramillo

Everyone knows when uncertainty invades your thoughts to a point that branches out in your mind like a poison ivy. When it gets touch; or touches you, it spreads quickly, and the itchiness of keeping that new relationship drives you nuts. Nothing will calm that itchiness down until something is being done about it. There’s a remedy for it. But there’s no prescription on how to keep it away. The need of keeping in contact with that person drives you nuts.  Where he could be now? Has he eaten? Is he writing a new song? Thought social me...

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“Cruel love: Flings and Devotions” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #113

This is my worst nightmare- I’m still trying to figure this out.  It’s meaning quite disturbing, shakes me to my core and at the same time, the morbidity it implies. A bright sunny day, high warmed breeze delicately brushing the tops of the dunes, where you can vaguely see a waving and sometimes whirlwind skimming the suntanned creamy ethereal two toned sand.  The wind howling in the background seemed to be playing a new melody ‘Here comes the Bride’ with a sad hint, almost eerie and Halloween type of music.  The bride; white ...

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“Who said Twitter is not useful- this story will prove you it does” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #111

Finding friends in the most unexpected places. It all started with a simple tweet. It’s amazing to know how much technology makes people far away from each other, get closer by just a hit of a button.  Common tastes and common ideals helped us to realized that all for one purpose could keep spirits high. Keep mental health in the right path, make everyone happy and over all spread. Love, no hate, was a must. A simple answered tweet that made other tweeter engaged into the thread, quickly started to join many other Twitters from all over...

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“Music is the Best Medicine ” by Chacha Jaramillo

Gloomy day today. Great day for some uplifting songs. I turned on the tv, habit I adopted to keep myself company. I’ve learned that from a woman I shared hospital room with during my stay at the hospital. She was only visited once a week by her daughter. No more family members. She couldn’t move at all. It was sad to hear her at night to cry herself out the pain she lived in. It was hard to tell if she was delirious or not. My heart broke every time I heard her. U tried to console her, but the lost look her eyes portrayed broke my heart. I t...

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“Alone - I wonder where you are tonight (George and Ada’s Story 2)” by Chacha Jaramillo

Here’s me again, sitting at the same presence. His lovely way of conducting himself made him somehow more desirable in many ways. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to comeback to reality. Silly me.My last encounter with George left me wondering. His last goodbye for that night had a bad taste of uncertainty. His clear deep blue eyes somehow after all this years, told something in him still carried some sadness. His calmed, secured looks could’ve give any woman an invading sense of trust, a sense of experience. His light brown blonde hair,...

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“Friendship or Love?” by Chacha Jaramillo

Total silence invaded the room. I could predict that just with a click of a button my message could get across to the other side of the world, it could reach out love ones faster than the normal letter, faster than a phone call. The anticipation of knowing George was to reply to me was scarce. Last time we spoke about him going on a trip with the band. He loves to sing. His songs featured in well known plays and biopics. We met at a concert where I was organizing for Bandaid. He was to play with a band for the opening. We exchanged some word...

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“The view from here - take the long road don’t go home” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #105

As I sat in front of my computer pen in my mouth and glasses on, I noticed there was a bunch of emails coming in. Maybe time to get into business - I thought. The long weekend was approaching, and my need for drive far to a magical place was taking form. Gary and I, both enjoyed traveling down south to explore the West Coast of California, take the dogs for a walk, Gary wind surfing. I always loved to take with me a sketch book and some art supplies for quick sketching of the beautiful scenery this side of the world had.  It has been a ...

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“From introvert to extrovert. Crossing boundaries ” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #104

Facing the fears I grew up with was challenging. Latino - Chinese born and raised, obviously two worlds collided with no winners on the battlefield. The Chinese factor, still predominant, on my mom side; my dad’s first generation was loosing ground. But his blood was pure. On my mom’s side, she was 2nd generation. So I was literally 70% Chinese with the other 30% Latino complications. Very conflicting and compelling at the same time. I am the 4th in line, the youngest, the girl in the family. Mom’s favourite if you would’ve thought. Nope. Th...

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“Opportunities: They can shape your heart” by Chacha Jaramillo

Submitted to Contest #102

It was unexpected to have an early summer season. The misty foggy mist alerted the early deer foraging the unusual stopping by travellers on their way to reality. Mona and Aaron, always enjoyed the early morning walks through the wilderness hat their Muskoka woods innocently brought them together. They met thru a king of a meeting site. Aaron a music writer and composer, met Mona through a close friend that introduced Aaron at a Christmas party. At the time, they just introduced themselves as usual, drank a couple of drinks together, he norm...

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