The Self-Promotion Slog
Based on the title, I bet you thought I would give you some kind of radical insight into how to stand out from the crowd with your writing?
Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake
London was everything Sophie dreamt it would be. After a long day of sightseeing, she was exhausted yet satisfied. She had one last stop on her tour before she could finally retire to her hotel room for the night. Although she was seriously considering skipping the last stop and sneaking away to her luxurious hotel bed early, she knew she'd regret it tomorrow.
A Woman Scorned
"You came...." "I did. I shouldn't have, but I did." "You have to know that if there was any other way...." "I know. Let's begin, shall we?"
The Vindication of Aralia Jones
Aralia sat outside the Headmaster's office, sweat beading down the back of her neck as she wrung her hands together nervously.
Faith, Trust & Pixie Dust
How do you adequately describe the first time you experience real magic? It seems the prettiest of words in the English language could never quite do it justice.
If You Think More than You Talk, You Should Write
When I first started writing online, I had no intention of it being something I would share with anyone I knew in the real world. I had previously used journaling as an anxiety management tool but found getting words out of my head onto paper wasn’t enough to break the cycle of intrusive, introspective thoughts.
The INTP Diaries
When I got my first job in a large company, to say I had trouble fitting in would be an understatement. Before that, I had only ever worked for small businesses—10 employees max, so even as a socially awkward introvert with an anxiety disorder, I still managed to make friends. In bigger organisations? The bullpen is a lot like the schoolyard. There are cliques. The mean girls, the nerds, the jocks, the creatives etc... just like high school, and the behaviours don't differ much either.
The New Eden
“You can keep staring at it, Evangeline. It’s never going back to the way it was before.” “Nathaniel, my dear friend, that kind of eternal optimism is why I’ve kept you around all these years….” I turned to face my friend with a smirk, one eyebrow cocked so he could sense I was only half-teasing with my sarcasm.