Lindsay

Joined June 2021

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Spent my childhood curled up beneath the apple tree in our backyard reading library books. I love sci-fi, fantasy, mysteries, and young adult fiction. I also write about addiction and recovery, a subject that is near and dear to my heart.

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My Summer in Rocky Mountain National Park
It was 2009, and I was 19 years old. I was in my sophomore year of college. That was a rough time for me. My paternal grandfather died of stomach cancer at the beginning of my sophomore year of college. He was one of the most important people in my life, and it was a devastating loss.
By Lindsay9 months ago in Journal
"Did You Really Leave Him at Busch Gardens?"
I’ve never been one to chase after trouble. I’ve never had to. Trouble always finds me, pulls up alongside me in a pickup truck wearing a baseball cap and asks me to get in and go for a ride. And there was a time where I would get in; I would let Trouble take me on a crazy joyride through hell. But those days are in the past now. And I hope this story gives someone hope. If you are in a toxic relationship with a boy and booze or both, you can get out. Most likely, no one is keeping you there but you.
By Lindsayabout a year ago in Journal
Daisy
I don’t know what causes addiction. I don’t understand why some people can stop after one or two and some people can’t stop until the entire bottle is empty. I learned early on in my twenties that I fit into the latter category. I loved getting drunk.
By Lindsayabout a year ago in Journal
The Other Me
I was twelve years old the first time I saw her, the other me. I was sitting on a damp beach towel in the backseat of my stepdad's Range Rover next to Buddy, my golden retriever, and we had just pulled out of the crushed seashell parking lot onto Gulf Drive. My mom was in the front seat breastfeeding baby Theo, and my stepdad was in a bad mood because he was out of beer.
By Lindsay2 years ago in Horror
Keep Coming Back
I. THE DOPPLEGANGER “Welcome back,” were the two words that echoed in my head every time I came to after another blackout.
By Lindsay2 years ago in Psyche
The Loaf of Bread
There was once a creature who lived alone in the forest near the outskirts of a small village. The villagers did not know how the creature came to be there. It was said that she was cursed.
By Lindsay3 years ago in Fiction

Lindsay

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My Summer in Rocky Mountain National Park

"Did You Really Leave Him at Busch Gardens?"

Daisy

The Other Me

Keep Coming Back

The Loaf of Bread

Stories (6/0)