I am an aspiring creative writer who is currently working for my double Associate’s Degree in English. My writing has no limits and no filter. Anything and everything from all genres; if I think about it, then I will write it down. Enjoy!
From Nomadic Origins to a United Legend
DID YOU EVER try learning a new language? Maybe Russian, or Chinese? Complicating stuff, right? But, did you know that the great American language is not even American at all! Sociology is the study of society and the people who coexist within it. Language plays a huge roll in the creating of societies. As for the nation of America, the people who were forming it decides to borrow a few dialects instead of creating a new one. The American language is unique due to how the German, French, and Spanish cultures combine together in making the American-English vocabulary.
Let Me Be Me
Under this dress, I am wearing lacy black underwear. Under these pants, I am still wearing lacy black underwear. Under my sports uniform, I am wearing those lacy black underwear.
The Garden of Eden (A Fictional Story!)
We live in a perfect world. This is our Utopia. It is a carnal land filled with debauchery and low morals. There is "freedom", but not in the sense that you may think.
Words Are in the Air
hai·ku (noun) [noun: haiku; plural noun: haikus; plural noun: haiku] A Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
Syrup of Ipecac
The "Apothecary's Night Remedy"; a cure-all drug for poisonings is what the Syrup of Ipecac is known for back in the year of 1965. Ipecac can go by many names, such as: "road-side sick-making plant" (translated from the Tupi language), Carapichea ipecacuanha, Brazil Root, Brazilian Ipecac, or any forms stemming from the plant species of Elderberry. It can mainly be found in the countries of Nicaragua, Rio, Panama, Brazil, and Cartagena.
That Someone Else
“… but I have no ride home, Jasmine.” As I laid there in my bed, I was trying to convince myself to drift back off into my afternoon nap. I put Buddy on hold while I checked my phone; April 2014, 12:04 PM. "Well, there goes my nap," I thought to myself.
A Thief’s Requiem
Laying in a field, and thought; I knew I could not get caught. The World was part green; So was my pockets. My life was like that of a Money Tree,
Where Am I?
...My pads have shown red from where I had walked; but still, they refused to turn black… ---------- Cold… so cold, it has been on one winter's eve night as Yachiru Hinamari travelled on foot to the neighboring town of Himigato. Staggering in weight, she treads through the snow leaving a trail of uneven footprints behind her. "It's s-so c-c-cold," Yachiru said to herself and pulled her blanket tighter over her face, "b-but Ta-kun's family is waiting for me. I cannot give up now." Yachiru kept moving forward as the sudden snowfall began to pick up.