Oneg In The Arctic
Bio
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Water is Life ✊
Achievements (2)
Stories (145/0)
The Art of War and Letting Go
The clashing had finally ended, arms fells, now what remained was the re-collection of weathered-down men. Blanketed in scabs and erratic graybacks, they crossed the Big Black River, finally reaching stabilized Union territory. It had been a slow-going and harrowing journey. Their travelling party was a sorry sight of scraps and badly bandaged leftovers who had finally been released from the Confederate camps.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2022
My First Diva Cup Just Brought Me Closer to My Period Top Story - July 2022
As a genderfluid individual, who often ignores their female body, I never thought I’d form a relationship with my period. But there I was, at 26 years old, reaching my fingers deep inside to pull out the bloody diva cup- and surprisingly, I felt relief.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Viva
The Salty, Sweet, & Shit List
--- I've always really wanted to use profanity in a title, maybe it started when I was ballsy enough to write "bastard" on my Grade 11 English exam. In university I wrote also wrote "fuck" multiple times to answer a question about literature and the Holocaust on an exam. But I digress, as an elementary school teacher I have to stay "professional". Though this is not the classroom. Thank fuck.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Confessions
- Top Story - June 2022
When Worlds Collide
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but I got too tempted and too reckless. A broken heart could do that. Have you ever fallen so fast and so hard that your wings felt like they were going to catch fire before ripping off? No? Well neither have I until way into the future, and I knew it was going to happen. But the cause of such could be altered at any moment in the present time. Who knows why I might be falling. Maybe I jumped off a building, or got pushed off this said building. Or maybe I fell in love and then that person pushed me off a building. I should really stay away from buildings.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
When Guns Kills More Than Kinder Eggs
How are the United States of America even considered united? Can anyone explain that to me? My cousins on my dad’s side lived in Pennsylvania when I was younger, and I remember driving with my parents down from Toronto to visit them every couple years.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in The Swamp