Dani Banani
Bio
I write through the passion I have for how much the world around me inspires me, and I create so the world inside me can be manifested.
Mom of 4, Birth Mom of 1, LGBTQIA+, I <3 Love.
Stories (100/0)
The Best in the World
It was intimidating to be stealing in the company of the most elusive and infamous jewel thief ever known. Agnes encouraged me to follow as she snuck down a darkened hallway deep beneath what had appeared to be a normal, old, abandoned house. We were seeking a gem set worth millions.
By Dani Banani10 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2022
A Pandemic of the Heart
Wouldn't you agree that feeling loved, like you belong in this world, and being given a helping hand (because no one deserves to suffer) sounds like an ideal world to live in? It seems so simple, yet we haven't achieved it. Why is that, I wonder?
By Dani Banani2 years ago in Humans
This is for Becky
Imagine the pain of placing your baby into someone else's arms, who they would call their mom for the rest of their life, and having to sort out how to cope with that kind of pain. This is something that I, under unfortunate circumstances, was faced with deciding when pregnant with my third child. The final decision was that yes, I would have to do something that would hurt more than labor itself.
By Dani Banani2 years ago in Families
Small-Town Music Magic
What else can you do, when flying at top speed, but scream your mighty head off? Like as loud as viciously possible? The cool, evening breezes forced themselves into my eyes as tears fought their way out, which was exhilarating despite the discomfort. I could have shut my eyes, but I wanted to see the world spinning.
By Dani Banani2 years ago in Fiction
The Demon's Betrothed
I have spent my days lamenting, moaning like the chain-ridden ghosts in the halls of the abandoned jails of centuries past. I, the soulless demon of the Underworld, King of Horrors and all that disputes the nauseating comfort of what humans describe as contentment, happiness, and love. I have spent my time mourning and loathing myself for my existence. It has been exactly like what human teenagers go through, what they call "puberty," how they react so outrageously...they find every inconvenience to be life-altering. Though my longing has not been for useless purpose; no, my anguish has proven the existence of a heart somewhere deep in the abscesses where my soul might have survived had I not been betrayed by humanity. Banished to these depths by the witches, eternally damned to rule and torture with great pleasure.
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Fiction