I like to write sad, dystopian lesbian love stories. That is all you really need in life.
Echoes of Love Lost in the Arms of the Desert
Echoes of Love Lost in the Arms of the Desert Maya was a young artist living in the big city of Los Angeles. She had recently moved to the big city from her small town in Connecticut to pursue the career of painting that she had wanted since she was a little girl. She loved to paint landscapes and people, mainly landscapes. She loved anything to do with nature and loved romanticizing nature and everything in it. From flowers to giant trees to the little animals that called them home, she loved every part of it. The one problem was that she lived in a small apartment in the middle of downtown Los Angeles. There was no nature, no giant trees, no flowers, only loud pigeons who would wake her up every morning with their squawking. So she had a pretty hard time finding landscapes to paint that weren’t the giant Bank of America building across from her apartment.
Too good to be true
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The warmth of the car soon left as the family of four started to load out of the car. Their trip up here was already terrible, so they weren't too excited to share an unknown space with each other. The daughter sat on the couch and pulled out her phone. This was going to be such a fun vacation! She thought to herself.
Floating in an empty vast cage for the rest of your life
Aquariums are so nogsatlic. Literally, everyone has gone on a school trip to the aquarium to look at the fish and touch animals in the touch tank. I was taking pictures just for the fun of it because fish can swim, and that's cool. I kind of want to be a fish, just floating around doing nothing but swimming and eating. It sounds like a life I would enjoy.
Gone to The Stars
The dragon had always been fine with being lonely. That's just something he's lived with all his life. He watched as other dragons came and went; none of them dared talk to him or even look at him. He was black with red scales, and that meant he was the most dangerous dragon. He was, but he would never actually try to hurt anyone. No one ever seemed to understand that. No dragon, no person—nobody ever understood that. He tucked his wings in and continued walking. It was weird for dragons to walk, but he couldn't see below the treetops and didn't want to get his wings damaged.
My dad was born on December 17th. From what I know (my mom told me all this) he was really smart, but just didn't like the idea of societal norms chaining him to a certain system, or a certain job. So he finished high school and didn't go to college. He seemed to live life at the moment. He hang around with his terrible friends, they were nice, just not a good influence. They would smoke and make irrational decisions to drive to Arizona and ride on quads. Like I said bad influence.
The Back Cabin
Dear Diary, "The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Those were the rumors I had heard around the town. My family and I decided to move into a 100-acre plot of land surrounded by the woods of the hallow peek. A small city of nearly 70 people lived in it. They had told us not to move in, especially not on that plot of land. It had been haunted for years.
A Need A Hero
A lesbian love story, about a princess locked in a tower, and a charming knight, comes to save her. Happy pride month. There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It use to be nice. There were flowers growing every which way, trees filled the lands, and children even played in the valleys, laughing and telling stories. But all this was now a distance blur from the past.
A letter to one of my least favorite teachers
I despise her still to this day but she made me who I am today. Dear Mrs. V, This is a letter i will never give you. You were one of the teachers at my middle school and elementary school. You help kids who had ADHD. You diagnosed them and then help them. I had heard from friends who were in grades before. They were wrong. So very wrong.