Welcome to my rollercoaster of writing,
I want to create pieces that are vulnerable, transparent and real. I enjoy a type of writing where the endings have an unanticipated turn of events, are pleasant, or are simply, disappointing.
Living in a Colorless 1950's Fantasy
Opening her closet door, Kate was distraught, she didn’t have anything remotely perfect for the kite viewing for later that evening. Rows and rows of day dresses, night, and party gowns stair back at her wishing they could take another stroll outside with Kate. But alas she made a pact within herself to only wear something once.
That girl is dead
One second the sky is filled with a cotton candy swirl of pinks and blues, and in the next second, the colors are gone. There are several things I want to tell you, and so many more that will never make sense. Because in the long run, they never mattered. But still, I will tell them, because when I was hurting and sunken in my loneliness, I learned strange things about myself.
There are Two Kinds of People
There are two kinds of people. The people that wait for the traffic light to turn green, and the people who start inching forward, right before they know the light will turn green.
The Green Match
The swipe of a green match. The hiss of its green flame. The same light illuminating the space before me. “Finally.” I whispered. After going through almost half the box, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to strike any and I’d have to go back to the farm and get another box of matches.
The Life of a Messenger
I gaze down the cliff, still three hundred feet below us. I can’t tell if there’s anyone down there, or if there’s water or spiked rocks awaiting our fall. A gust of wind blows out of the desert, knocking us hard against the edge, and I almost lose control of the ropes again.
"One Act" to save a life
In the Glass Palace where nothing stops growing, the halls overfilled with vines covered in different hues of purples and blues, Rheya was always stuck in the library, surrounded by the clearest air in the entire castle. A pot of crimson Mandeville hangs at her side and she reaches out to touch the soil, causing a surge in the plant and growing another foot of red flowers, that spill out around her feet. She looks down at the many beautifully written words scribbled on the page but gazing out the countless windows and walls of Glass, only make her ache for the breeze the wind admits.
Melting away my past
Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary friends, I’d like to introduce myself to you, as a woman who deals with devastating nightmares and alluring dreams. I long for a version of myself that is embarrassingly happy, fighting for those I love and forcing conversation where it intentionally disregards me. I’m so incredibly embarrassed of my past and the life I existed in, which merely used up space. I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the bad parts, I won’t even tell you what happened near the end, though I’m sure you can guess.
The Aquarium Bar
Gripping the rim of the dirty copper sink, I lift my vodka sprite-soaked head up, and stare into the mirror of this booming billiard bathroom.