A. C. Clementine
Bio
An avid writer, photographer, artist
Stories (8/0)
I feel thankful for Quarantine
I am thankful for the space that COVID has allowed me to take in regards to a toxic relationship. 2020 has been, well, unimaginable to most; feeling almost like a horror movie that hasn‘t ended yet. Maybe titled, ”The Silent Stalker: How One Virus Took Over the World.” Yes, we have been in this for 9 months now, the length it takes to carry a child to full term. That’s a perspective I can also hardly imagine.
By A. C. Clementine 3 years ago in Humans
24/7 Friends
It was a dark and stormy night... Just kidding. It actually was a relatively normal night. The clouds were still golden from the after waves of the sunset, a honey hue with pink tendrils floating off on distant clouds. I walked along, like I always did, with my white beat-up Converse, a band tee, and ripped jeans. The jeans hadn't always been ripped but working with all the cars at dad's shop had done my knees in. The concrete under my feet felt nice, a solid footing. I was meeting up with my childhood best friend Chucky, apparently, he needed to talk.
By A. C. Clementine 4 years ago in Humans
Gyspy Soul
If a picture is worth a thousand words... what could be said of this one? This photo was taken at a low point in my life. I had just been fired from my job and was put on anti-depressants. These were the days when laying in bed seemed to be the best option and stepping outside of my bedroom door seemed to be more of a triumph than anything else. There is something funny about anti-depressants, something that the doctors don't tell you. It's the fog; like the fog that rolls in after a morning shower. I could now wake up, eat normally, talk with people, laugh with people (which I had not done in many months,) and live my life normally. Normally. Normally. Normal with a fog. Normal but not normal. Normal to everyone else, but not to me. I felt like I had a cotton ball wedged in between my ears and thoughts and ideas were just circling around it. Nothing could penetrate through. No emotions were strong enough to make me feel... well... anything.
By A. C. Clementine 4 years ago in Motivation
The Real Ogee
Ogee skincare is the OG in the natural skin care realm. Behind the line: Ogee was created by a team of fashion leaders who wanted to "align the products that we were producing with our personal values of green living, organic foods, and luxury goods" (as stated on website). Searching for ten years to find the best ingredients, they have managed to stay far away from petroleum derivatives, parabens, synthetics fragrances, formaldehyde, and GMOs. Basically, all of the junk-food skin ingredients. Ogee is proud to be packaged and certified in the United States using 100 percent recycled paperboard. Since being founded in Vermont, Ogee supports the Organic Farming Research Foundation and the improvement of organic farming systems.
By A. C. Clementine 6 years ago in Blush
The Beginning: One Young Love Story
The first time we met was at a party, his face on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I had seen him through the halls at school and heard his name float from girls' mouths. He was cute; a hockey player with a foreign swagger and long dark hair. Natively Finnish, his accent made us swoon. I had just made the 45 minute drive from work to go to this party, excited and knowing he was going to be there.
By A. C. Clementine 6 years ago in Humans