Daniela Bishop
Patron saint of procrastination.
Insta: @sylvia.apathy
Your Search for the Holy Grail is Over: My Extensive Beauty Bible.
I'm going to be honest. I'm bad at makeup. I'm good at baking cakes, but not at baking my face. By the end of the day I'm beat, but my makeup is certainly not on fleek. But that doesn't stop me from having fun with beauty products. And I can proudly say, at 28, I have finally found a makeup and skincare routine that works for me. It only took about a decade of trial and error.
Daniela BishopPublished 4 months ago in Blush- Second Place in Pet Cam Challenge
The Case of the Squirrel who Almost Croaked
It was a chilling November morning, the kind that makes you want to cozy up with a warm dame and a cup of java. The humans had just left for work, and I was alone again, with them. Those three felines that liked to give me trouble. More trouble than they were worth. I had just gone out the doggy door to take my morning patrol around the yard. I was already paranoid, it felt like one of those days when something bad was going to happen, trouble was on the wind, and had an envelope with my name on it.
Daniela BishopPublished 4 months ago in Petlife 
Voting Should Be the Last Thing You Do.
There is something amiss in the land of the free. Behind the cheery symbolism of hamburgers, baseball, and bald eagles lies something sinister and hidden. If you knock down the walls of suburban cookie-cutter homes, you may find that America is made up of cleverly designed props, decoys of political theatre.
Daniela BishopPublished 4 months ago in The Swamp- Second Place in Trick or Treats Challenge
Fall in Love: Autumn Recipes & Romance
There’s something about Fall that incites powerful memories. The crisp breezes, falling leaves, and crackling bonfires induce a robust nostalgia; a blend of gentle memories amidst more painful reminders of things that we miss. People that we miss. I know when the temperature drops, and I cozy up on my front porch with a blanket and cup of tea; my mind drifts towards past lovers, misspent youth, and family members who have long since passed on. My great-grandmother is at the forefront of those memories. I called her Nanny, as did most of my family members. Others called her Magdelaine.
Daniela BishopPublished 4 months ago in Feast 
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
When I was a little girl, as most children, I was obsessed with fairy tales. Yet it seems fairy tales have changed throughout the centuries. They used to be cautionary tales to warn of the dangers in life; but now Disney churns out fairy tales primarily based on love. These stories romanticize how we view relationships; leading to dangerous ideas about how we view our love lives. I was raised on Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. These stories filled me with a longing to find my own Prince Charming, no matter the cost.
Daniela BishopPublished 4 months ago in Humans
The Haunted Cave
The title image does not do justice of how terrifying this story actually was. Let’s just say, I’m never going into a cave again. If you’ve ever been in a cave, or if you’ve seen The Descent, or As Above, So Below, you probably understand how unsettling caves are. On a trip to Minneapolis to visit friends, we decided to go up to St. Paul to explore a cave system.
Daniela BishopPublished 5 months ago in Horror- Second Place in Cursed Images Challenge
Ghostly Girl
I’ve always been passionate about photography. Especially black and white darkroom photography. There’s something intriguing about the way film catches a moment in time, and then everything keeps moving. Photography wasn’t always so readily available. Nowadays everybody has their hands on a way to take photos, but in high school when all I had was a flip phone, I enjoyed using analog film.
Daniela BishopPublished 5 months ago in Photography A Stranger in Kentucky
The hazy winter sky of Winston blushed, as the sun set. Winston was a small unincorporated community smack-dab in the middle of Kentucky, where nothing much happened at all. Decrepit farms littered the margins, and at the town’s center stood a baptist church, with a cemetery in the back. There was also a gas station, a small grocery store, and a burger joint. If you needed something else, you had to go to Lexington.
Daniela BishopPublished 5 months ago in Horror
