Maeple Fourest
Bio
Hey, I'm Mae.
My writing takes on many forms, and -just like me- it cannot be defined under a single label.
I am currently preparing for Van Life, and getting to know myself before the adventures begin!
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Stories (29/0)
Recycling is Just the Start
Recycling is just an illusion; it’s a story we’ve been told to make us feel better about buying plastic water bottles and aluminum pop cans. It’s a story that’s been shoved down our throats since preschool, and yet, it doesn’t live up to the promises it makes. And the problem is that no one is asking what recycling truly is, if its supporting the health of the Earth, or even what happens to those bottles and cans once they disappear from our bins.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Earth
When I Was Number 14
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but by the time I was 10-years-old, the game of basketball was my entire life. I played on every team at school, and travelled the continent every weekend. I always knew I wasn’t the best on the team, but I also knew I wasn’t the worst. They didn’t miss me all that much if I had to sit out for a game, but I was always welcomed back with open arms.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to the Boy who Hurt Me
I wish I could have recognized your abuse when we were together; maybe I could have helped you see how harmful it was, for both of us. But I wasn’t meant to play that role for you. I hope you’ve learned something since then, and that you haven’t treated anyone else the way you treated me. But, if you abused another the way you abused me, maybe they needed to learn the same lessons. It’s not an easy role to play, and I thank you for everything I learned from our time together. And, what I learned is how I don’t want to be treated. When I came to my senses, severed our connection, and asked you to leave my life, I had finally become aware of some of the abuse I suffered throughout our three years together; and since then, I’ve recognized even more.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Psyche
CHOOSE.
Chapter 1: All I can hear is his voice ringing in my ears; and all I can see is his figure fading to black. His words are a swirl of confusion in my head, but now they’re becoming more clear and distinct. There are two words that stand out among the rest, and the two objects in his hands are blurring my sight of everything else.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Humans