growing pains

Borges left her hometown in warm and sunny Brazil to pursue her dreams of being a writer, which led her all the way to the cold and gray city of Prague. A 24-year-old on the run, she longs to see as much of the world as she can whilst keeping true to her roots and her culture. Although she also has an interest in novels and scriptwriting, she is especially passionate about poetry. Borges’ writing is a field with no fences. Limits don’t exist—or if they do, then she’s more than happy to cross them. She does not take her readers by the hand so much as she yanks them forward, out of their comfort zone and head-over-heels into the unknown.
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Head trapped in the clouds and with only one foot standing in the real world, Quinn is on a constant quest of exploration. Currently a Creative Writing student in Prague, she’s been starving for new impressions her entire life—a hunger that has driven her across half the world already. New countries, new people, new stories, new writing styles—all of this is the fuel that fires the engines of her writing, leading her into ever new directions. Quinn has a passion for languages and traveling, and is planning to complete her Master’s degree in Ireland after her time in Prague is up. Her restlessness is visible in growing pains: none of her narrators is like the other, plunging the reader into ever new experiences.
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A poet and short story writer in everything she does, Rebecca Wayth is a 22 year old girl from Bratislava, Slovakia. “Writing about positive stuff is kind of boring,” she says. “I love when shit gets dark and weird.” Stability, normalcy, predictability are all things she can gladly go without. She couldn’t imagine life without chaos and excitement— and the same goes for her writing. Self-discovery is at its core. Self-discovery not only through channeling her emotions, but by exploring the deepest corners of her mind, by getting to know herself through the words she puts to her pages. Writing is a way for her to empty her brain and to immortalize her thoughts like a sculptor forming a block of marble. There’s no way for Rebecca not to write. It’s such an integral part of her, she might as well try to stop breathing.
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