Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
***** The Ship of Dreams. That’s what they called her. I suppose for many aboard and many who never boarded, that’s exactly what she was. More than that, though, she was the ship upon which dreams were carried. The hopes and wishes of the young and the old, the rich and the poor alike – they lived aboard that ship.
From Freedom of Religion to Freedom of Thought: How "American" Literature Both Evolved and Stagnated Throughout the Centuries
The following essay is a final analysis for my American Lit course in University. While American Literature is one of my least favorites, it is also a fascinating evolution throughout history, and is my inaugural submission to the newest history community (my least favorite subject). I have adapted this essay to be slightly more pleasant to read in digital format. It is a long read, but it received an A from my professor, so maybe there is something worthwhile within (;
He let out a wry chuckle as he extended his right forefinger over the mouse button. He looked around the dark room before him. The outline of his dresser and bed were the only lines he could make out. The rest was nothing more than blurred shadows and hazy impressions.
- Top Story - June 2023
One Feminist's Thoughts On Vocal's New Community for MenTop Story - June 2023
Warning: This is an honest account of this feminist's (?) evolution of thought on the new Vocal community for men and of men in general. If you're easily offended, please do one of two things... Stop reading now. Or read to the very end. Anything in-between will guarantee you missing the point and getting offended. (:
She Colored My World
Very early in my life my mother introduced to me the necessity of good music. She was a young mother, and so even as we both grew older, our musical interests have never really divided. For a graduation gift, I received tickets to my first concert, featuring Reel Big Fish with Catch-22 and a few other awesome but lesser-known bands, and my mom was right there next to me, skanking it up in her clogs.
- Top Story - April 2023
- Top Story - April 2023
Filthy HabitsTop Story - April 2023
~~~ Meg slipped the cigarette between her lips and smiled wryly as the students walked past her and into the building, each one offering her a different passive aggressive gesture, some more obvious than others–wrinkled noses, hands waving wildly at the fleeting smoke, and of course, there were the fake coughers.