Fantasy/Mystery/Nonfiction Writer & Poet
Working on finishing my first novel.
Dreaming for the moon and hoping to land among stars
From the Realm Beyond the Boundary
***The following is the third installment in a series of fictional stories that is part of a collaborative effort of Vocal Creators. Check out Part 1, Beyond the Boundary by Lena and Part 2, To the Realm Beyond by Danielle Nelson. More stories are soon to follow.
A Month of Tribulation: October 2021
Welcome to my life. Welcome to my story. Welcome to what it feels like to be me. I've taken my journals and I've cut out pieces of each day and strung them together to create a kind of shortcut into my existence.
To The Girl Who Believed
Content Warning: vague mention of religion (negative) To the little girl who believed. I want you to know. I don’t blame you for hating me. A part of me hates me too. I don’t know if I’m better off. All I know if that I feel like I’ve chosen the right path, finally. I don’t have to search and wait and hope for my future to be worthwhile because I get to define it. I get to make it. And if God is real, then I am glad I am not a part of that. I am glad that I chose to walk away. I am glad that I am not under Their control, that I am not bound to Their rules and Their plan for me.
Home Wasn't Right For Me
Home wasn’t right for me They’d shut every door I turned to face And pulled the blinds closed over my eyes The sun was a distant memory
Dear brother, I've done a horrible, awful, selfish thing. I am a horrible, awful, selfish person. I just wanted to survive. I just wanted to live. I just wanted to be happy.
The Girl That Could Have Been Me
The branches of the pear tree cast soft shadows around me. The gentle summer breeze ruffled the pages of my book and I smoothed them back down as I turned the page. Fluffy clouds filled the bright blue sky and beams of sunlight filtered through them in brilliant rays.
This Is It and It's Only The Beginning
(This is the eighth and final installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) “You’ve come a long way.”
Do or Do Not Is A Load of Crap
If you know me at all, you know I've been trying to get healthier for about half a year now. Eating better, drinking more water, and of course, exercising. And if you know me at all, you know I have a lot of trouble sticking to things.
Help Me Be Honest
Help me be honest because I am afraid. The fear runs deep within me, slithering through my veins, and tightening around my throat like a noose.
The Stage of the In-Between
(This is the seventh installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Luciana sat at the edge of the pond. It had long since frozen over and the chill in the air crept through her jacket and into her bones.
In-Person College as a Mentally Ill, Disabled Woman
Week 1 I've been in college for about 3 semesters now. All of which have been completely online except for my ASL (American Sign Language) class over the summer. They've gone well. I'd gotten mostly As and Bs, one C (cause I switched majors and just decided not to do the final project, also I was in a mental institution), one F (due to a mental health crisis and an uncooperative teacher), so I'd say I'm doing pretty well so far.
A Former Friend
(Content Warning: suicide) Julian's phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. He picked it up anyway. "Julian." The voice was hoarse and panicked, breathy and hard to make out, but he recognized it instantly.