Jaimie

Joined February 2021

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Amateur writer

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Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge

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Something in the fire sparks
I watch you above The gold and red sparks off The fire between us.
By Jaimie2 months ago in Poets
i'm trying to write my first book
Like many people, I signed on to do NaNoWriMo last year, in 2021. I actually beat the challenge, I wrote all of the words I needed and now my 'manuscript' of 110k words sits in my Google Drive completely motionless. I can't get up the energy to fix that ten-millionth plot hole that I found or that one character's consistent inconsistencies.
By Jaimie4 months ago in Confessions
this is my first year away from home and i'm kind of happy about it
This is my first year away from home. The first year away from family, friends, and christmas stockings. Away from tinsel and baubles and flashing lights. Away from the Christmas spread with ham and gingerbread and trifle. No being crushed by too familiar hugs. No presents. I am so relieved.
By Jaimie4 months ago in Confessions
In Blue
Navy painted sky. Cerulean lakes for eyes. Cobalt kiss goodbye.
By Jaimie4 months ago in Poets
Holiday Hiesting
My brother is the roast master of the family. Roast pork, roast chicken, roast lamb - you name it, he'll roast it. For any major - or minor - family gathering, my brother is designated as head cook, a position that he does not take lightly. Wearing an apron like a badge of honour and whipping the signature tea towel of the experienced home-cook over his shoulder, he proudly struts around the kitchen, talking non-stop at the rate of easily a mile a minute. Every year for the holidays, he pain-stakingly prepares a roast that makes my mouth water as I write this. The roast meal that was cooked on the night in question was roast pork and it glistened as my brother pulled it from the oven and placed it on the bench. He grinned ear to ear like he had won a prize as everyone congratulated him.
By Jaimie4 months ago in Humans
Papa Shark
Every day was the same. I would arrive at the aquarium as everyone else was leaving, all those families with the roudy, sticky kids, and me, just chewing gum and with my hat pulled low as I walked in. My bag slung over my shoulder. The building itself looked fairly small, but it had a way over looming over me as I wandered inside.
By Jaimie4 months ago in Fiction
Mountain Views
I've always felt small. I look down upon the world. From this peak, it's worse.
By Jaimie5 months ago in Poets
I’m Glad My Mom Died: A Book Review of Jennette McCurdy’s Masterpiece
It’s been just over a month since Jennette McCurdy’s book ‘I’m Glad My Mom Died’ was released, and I don’t think it’s been talked about enough. I honestly think that there are a few reasons for this, not the least of which is that this book is hard to read. The book contains references to mental illness, psychological and sexual abuse, and is genuinely uncomfortable in its bluntness at times. But it is also a genuinely unforgettable read.
By Jaimie7 months ago in Humans
Sticky Notes
All my love letters to you are on sticky notes, That I slipped into the pockets of your coats, Taped to your computer screen and hidden in books you haven't opened.
By Jaimie7 months ago in Poets
Lucky Penny
The story of Lucky Penny is one that maybe a lot of people wouldn't want to hear. Most stories about dogs are about how good they are - Red Dog, Bolt, A Dog's Purpose - all movies about man's best friend. But this story about Lucky Penny challenges our ideas of what makes a 'good dog'. My partner has referred to her as 'one of those dogs that you just know would drink from the toilet bowl'. I couldn't agree more.
By Jaimie7 months ago in Petlife
you are my comfort
There are many things that bother me but you seem to be the key to making me like the things I despise and the things that I couldn't do before you.
By Jaimie7 months ago in Poets
The Consequences of Oxygen Deprivation and the Existential Crises that Occur After Being Adrift in Space for Far Too Long
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. What am I talking about? I know that nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space - I'm in the vacuum of space and I have been screaming for what feels like enough time for the universe to implode and then explode back out again. Big bang, number two. That would be fantastic right now, really. Just my luck if the universe came to a halt with its incessant expanding and began the process all over again.
By Jaimie8 months ago in Fiction