Just your friendly neighborhood writer and craftswoman. Doing all what I can to spread kindness and creativity throughout this wide world.
Life as a prisoner
Let me introduce myself, my name is, well, I really don't have a name besides the ones the royals below gave me. I guess freak or revolting beast are the only ones I have. Although I am not a princess I do live in the tallest tower of an evil kingdom. Where the temperature is either freezing cold or excruciatingly hot, and the bed of hay is always damp due to the cracks in the turret ceiling. However, it's nice to have a couple of good friends. Even though they might be mice, rats, pigeons, bats and owls. They do have the most extraordinary humor that gets me through each day. Ever since I can remember I've always had this weird gift where I can communicate with these creatures and they understand me. Kind of strange isn't it? Talking to animals.
Little girl and her wolf
My great aunt Sally once told me at the first family reunion I went too. Yes, things did not go well that day but I still hold what she said to my heart every time i feel scared: "Wipe away those tears, sweet girl. Do not let your fears consume you. You are more powerful than you think. Within your blood flows the power and magic of our ancestors. They were the healers of land, water and people, just like you. Some were warriors, brave, strong, and who fought for the right reasons, just like you. You have such a big and shinning heart, sweetie, but please, don't let anyone still that shine. Never give into your fears." In a lot of ways this story is based off of true life events.
The boy who ate the food of the dead
Once there was a boy named Robert. He lived a life that every young man dreamed of. However, all the money in the world couldn't fix ignorance, and for Robert, he had that in strides. His mother was a neurosurgeon, she was the number one doctor of the city, while his older sister was co-manager at Sephora enterprises. They all lived in a modern two story house built in a luxury neighborhood. Life was good for Robert and his family, until school started.
In a small Victorian town on the edge of Massachusetts where the earth graced the sea, lived a young girl by the name of Jessica. Her skin was a beautiful pale shade of ivory and her hair was a dark crimson almost like blood. Her eyes were a mystifying shade of teal blue. She had no siblings but only her mother who she looked nothing like. Quite often Jessica would escape to the ocean shore to sit on the docks and meditate. She also enjoyed the times when the tide would come in, which she would find the most unusually creepy things that would wash up on to the beach. It was a calming place, and strangely familiar. With these objects she would collect to take home and craft them into art pieces.