angela hepworth
Bio
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
Stories (53/0)
Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder
INSANE journey of a book. In the very best of ways. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get into this book at first, put off by this idea of the literal transformation of the story’s human protagonist into a dog, but Rachel Yoder’s impeccable writing made her physical transformation just as poignant and as meaningful as her psychological one. The metaphor of Nightbitch’s transformation into a dog displays the animalistic side of motherhood, the side that can be ugly while being strangely beautiful, in all of its love and its violence. Motherhood is a complex, multi-faceted gift, and a curse, and a miracle.
By angela hepworthabout 10 hours ago in BookClub
The Caged Bat Sings
The darkness is never true darkness. It is never what we once knew. The bright lights just beyond our tiny exhibit, this small, damp mockery of a cave, shine in our small, beady eyes, blinding us. The quiet stillness of our old cave is gone, replaced with loudness and movement and constant sounds, so many sounds, everywhere and all the time. There are no creatures besides us, not here. They are also prisoners, no doubt, locked away from us in more of these cramped, miserable, false versions of our home.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
The Unrivaled Art in “Goodnight Punpun”
I recently revisited one of my favorite book series of all time, Goodnight Punpun. And it was phenomenal. Goodnight Punpun is a very important series to me. Despite how dark and desolate the series is, it actually really helped me overcome a very hard time in my life. It’s one of those literary experiences that leaves you unable to do anything but feel, for better or worse, and I really appreciated its brutal humanity. It helped me come to terms with some of the trauma I was dealing with in my own life at the time I read it. It drove me to take action against my actively negative emotions and outlook on the world around me.
By angela hepworth5 days ago in Geeks
Mason’s Closet
Mason’s closet was little more than an old, dusty relic. It was the sort of relic unbecoming of a well-off middle class Texan family, according to Mama. She absolutely hated the thing. She hated it for reasons Mason could not even begin to understand. It was just a hunk of wood, after all.
By angela hepworth7 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024