Currently in Toronto, Canada developing my writing skills and growing an audience. Any tip given to help me pursue this endeavour is greatly appreciated. Thank you!
“You can’t leave me, Ash,” I pleaded. “You’re all I’ve got.” I could feel her shiver against my chest reminding me of her fragility.
When All You Have is Grace
The morning school bell rang and momentarily drowned out the wail of my six-year-old sister. It’s weird the bell still buzzes with no teachers, I thought and tugged at the brush in Emma’s dirty tangled hair.
I returned to my captors on the third day. The three of them surrounded me where I almost couldn’t breathe. The smallest one held me the tightest: I named her Delilah. The first thing Delilah did after bringing me back inside was put the locket with my name and foreign symbols on it around my neck. I clutched it and traced its heart shape with my dirty right index finger.
To discover the bright light, She travels through the dark, The darkest dark, Where the pain is constant, Horrifying and heavy.
The Forgotten Art Form of Papercutting
I’m a storyteller. My stories consist of words but I’ve always been drawn to visual art, even though I can’t draw or paint, or at least not well. I wanted to learn a new way of storytelling when I randomly saw an ad for papercutting. This is it, I thought. A new way to explore telling a story without having to draw or paint. I can use my hands and imagination and touch something other than a keyboard. A few videos later, a "papercutter" was born.
Free as a Bird
It was the middle of the European leg of our backpacking journey when my best friend (and greatest person I know), Nevena, and I visited Switzerland. This particular adventure was a six-month backpacking trip consisting of 16 countries in Europe, Thailand, Australia, New Zealand, and Fiji.
Egypt: Camels, Pyramids and Awe
Jumping out of the van crammed with our small group of eight “Intrepid Travelers,” the cool January air of the desert was somewhat refreshing. I couldn’t believe I was finally standing in the vicinity of the Great Pyramid of Giza. As a young child, I would sit on my grandmother’s beige carpeted floor and read books about what I thought were fantastical lands. Egypt was far out of the realm of my reality growing up in a large suburban city outside of Toronto.
I wish I’d known that day would be our last, The weatherman warned of blistering heat, If only he’d cautioned, voiced and forecast