I am just a hobbyist writer. I have a lot of concepts roaming around in my head that I do not have enough notebooks or sketchbooks to places them all in. I am mainly an artist as opposed to a writer.
How do you do that? Can you show me how you draw something? I wish I could draw like you. Every artist has gotten this at some point. It's nice to hear...most of the time. Everyone has their own way of drawing or creating something. Not everyone is going to be the same. You can always find another tutorial somewhere else. However, why scour the interwebs when you can have someone just deliver it to you through social media posts.
What a Weirdo
Leave a tip at the end to help fund for more writings. _____ To start, let me introduce the other three cats in the apartment.
Stories of Customer Service
One of the best things that have come out of working in customer service is the stories that I got from dealing with customers and my coworkers. I have compiled some of the best memories that I have with them over social media, however, I think writing them out might help keep them preserved for revisiting.
Let’s call this therapy? Mental relaxation? A vent? Legally, I must put down that I am female. It has not been until recently where I find that I am struggling coming to terms with this. Yes, physically, I am female; however, emotionally and mentally, I don’t feel this way. Those within my social circle have often said something similar along those lines. While physically unable to really vocalize it, I guess this is my “coming out story.”
Welcome to Obonia
Thunder rolled in the distance. A cool wind brushed through his hair. The smell of salt water filled his nostrils. A sharp pain ripped through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to ride the pain.
Amon, the Hidden One
I never thought I would get a cat. The scratching, biting...overall, just being highly picky about what they want just deterred me away for a while. My roommates had a friend who took in a stray cat, who had kittens about a week later of being in the house (surprise!). She messaged my roommates about taking a kitten. In turn, they asked if I wanted one.
Free Me. Fear Me. Hear Me.
A candle sits in the window, softly flickering as shadows pass by on the outside. She stares out curiously. She is unsure of what to do in the moment. She looks around the dimly lit room to find a door on the opposite wall of the candle. She cautiously moves towards the door. Before she can open the door, she finds herself in an empty space.