Marisa Vargas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“A Glimpse Inside” by Marisa Vargas

"You'll never know unless you try." His wife's voice echoed in his ears. He had heard her answer him many times after this same manner. Needless to say, he didn't always heed her advice. A bit on the stubborn side, he would instead talk himself out of "swinging for the fences" as the saying goes. This time, though, he heard her. She was right. He had better not let her know that...hehe...he thought to himself.She was a kind woman and very wise. And very persistent. She wanted her husband to be brave enough to write, publish and illustrate hi...

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“"Bloom Where You are Planted."” by Marisa Vargas

"Are you there God? It's me, Marisa." Time to talk again. I was just wondering how this life works out. What does it look like when I take my last breath. Will my kids be happy, productive, successful, fulfilled, purpose-driven, lively, and vibrant people in their communities? Who will they marry? Will they have children? And if so, how many?And how about my husband? Does he finally publish his comic? How about his illustrated children's books? Is he happy with the life we have made together? Does he build his art center? Did our home expand...

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“Change” by Marisa Vargas

Submitted to Contest #130

"Clarissa" was the name on the necklace she found while walking in the woods. How odd to think that she couldn't even find a bicyle license plate with her name on it! But here, her very own name appeared at the end of the delicate gold chain. It dangled between her fingers. She lovingly moved her fingers to trace each letter. She had always loved her name. Though obviously it was not common.This necklace piqued her curiousity. "What is she like?" She wondered to herself. "Is she like me?" A lover of nature, animals, and almost all humanity; ...

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Author bio

To inspire myself and others like me to write, I am on a mission to write 52 stories within a year. Somehow, my pen had become silent. It no longer wrote as life got fuller by the minute. Now, it is about finding my voice. And connecting with that audience I was created to speak life into. Remembering always that my little and big blessings of my children will remain as my most important recipients.