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Bio
When I was young, my grandmother would tell me the most unblieveable stories about her life. From that moment I was captured, I knew I wanted to continue her legacy. With two novels under my belt, I am currently trying to find them a home.
Stories (13/0)
Undeliverable
Dear Past, I will never force you to love me. The enigma of you and I is a mystery for the universe to solve. Who knows maybe we have been this way all our lifetimes. Like the cosmos spreading further apart yet still connected by some unknown force.
By [email protected]11 months ago in Poets
Beyond the Box
A mass wave of nausea sweeps over Nathan as he slams down the box's lid. Never again, never again would he allow his curiosity to tempt him into opening the box. The amount of fear only outweighed by the guilt held all the conviction he needed to keep the promise he made himself.
By [email protected]about a year ago in Fiction
The Ebbing of Time
We long for that which we will never truly possess. Like time, the ocean is too vast to comprehend, so we make it smaller, thus the Aquarium. We walk through underwater tunnels as life swims around us, a feeling of peace and grace as massive beast glade effortlessly feet from us. We are guilty of doing the same thing with time. In trying to comprehend it we break it down into more managable increments. We use items like a simple tape recorder to forever hold on to a moment, but like the ocean, time can never be mastered or contained. In clinging to the past, we can forget the gift of the present. In the stillness of the aquarium there is a treasure to be discovered when two people allow their presence to be present.
By [email protected]about a year ago in Fiction
Icki
The fire rained down over the forest, illuminating the night. Gregoire used his metallic wings to shield himself from the intense flames the dragon spews from its large tooth-filled mouth. Gritting his teeth as the heat became more and more unbearable. Gregoire notices the gage on his wrist begin to beep and glow a bright red. As an Arch, he is required to never remove his winged jet pack while on duty, but if he kept it on, it would indeed overheat and explode. Taking a moment, he looks at what was once a cool, damp forest that has now been transformed into a battlefield. Who was he kidding? This forest was now a graveyard. A much-deserved crypt for the atrocities he and the other Archs had committed this night.
By [email protected]about a year ago in Fiction
Lost Amongst the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. 15-year-old Alethea pulls down her vintage headphones to block the cries that are coming from right outside her window. With a groan, Alethea looks at her holo-clock and rolls her eyes. The giant panels that project the sky were still only a dull blue, yet as She looked out her bedroom window, Alethea could see them. The jumpers, high school students who would make their way up to the 33rd floor and jump off the ledge joyfully screaming all the way down.
By [email protected]2 years ago in Fiction
To Be or Not To Be
I am a Cancer, Born July 17. Everyone knows the crab of the zodiac. Cancer traits are kindness, emotional intelligence, and yes crabby. But with that said we can be a bit insecure at times. Cancers are said to have a huge range of emotions going on inside, which can at times make them seem overly sentimental or moody; this is said to be due to our connection to the moon and its phases.
By [email protected]3 years ago in Futurism