Sai Marie Johnson
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
The Repercussions of Roe Being Overturned
I don’t think people realize how many abusive, and toxic families are out there. The correlation between women experiencing sexual assault and pregnancy as a result of it, and how that can keep a victim stuck in a cycle of abuse is very simple, but few people actually take the time to talk about this very simple yet life-altering truth.
How does the warm and tantalizing feeling of summer taste? To me, I always imagine sweet and natural flavors. Things that leave a lasting freshness to the palate such as strawberries, cantaloupe, and other fruits have long been my favorite parts of summer.
What is a Heyoka Empath?
First, I have to explain that many people have heard of the word empathy and from that quite a few have heard empathic and even empath, but I think that very few people realize there are several types of empaths and one is considered to be one of the strongest.
The 13th Scholar
There Weren't Always Dragons in the Valley... For the third time, Mr. Townsend crinkled the paper with a huff; what a headline. The rim of his glasses sat snugly upon the bridge of his nose, and yet Mr. Townsend seemed entirely annoyed; if the red-rimming around his eyelids was any sort of indicator. It was a strangely cool May, and he had tucked his sandy brown hair behind his earlobe; held back by what appeared to be a leather band, it swung in a low ponytail. Free of its binding, Joel Donovan Townsend's locks reached about his shoulders, but he rarely allowed any to see it this way. Not since she had disappeared.
Watch Your Back; Honor the Old Ways
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some time ago they stayed hidden in the distant shadows in the dark patterns of the mountains of the Earth and while that happened humanity was allowed a brief respite; an opportunity to flourish and grow. In the early days, some people still believed in the value of magic, and there were a few shamans who would actually go forth to pay tribute to them so that they would stay at the forest edge but from time to time, as with all villages some folk; a precocious adolescent or the curious toddler, would find themselves making way into the depths of the forest to become a sacrifice that the shamans had no control over.
Dear Mama, This is a confession I know that you're not expecting but I feel like it's one that's important that I convey as I grow closer to forty years of age; when I was a little girl my hero without a doubt has always been my mother. I found you, Mama, to be the most beautiful person that I had ever seen and I suppose that's also because yours was the first face I ever saw, but for me, it has always been more than that. I remember watching you, Mom when you would get ready in the mornings, and how you did your hair. Your makeup was always on point and, there was never a day when you did not look absolutely beautiful no matter what, and it always inspired me. Oh, how I wished that I could be as beautiful as you were, but I never thought it would be something I could prove truly possible because I had so little self-esteem as a youngster. I was so shy, and scared. I was the very epitome of a timid little girl, and it almost seemed like I wasn't good enough to be your daughter nor nearly as pretty, but that was never for anything that you did and despite this, I really saw you as my hero.
Why I Am Pro-Choice and How That Is Pro-Life
We are presently facing a formula shortage and parents are having breakdowns due to being unable to feed their infants, and we are now making bans on women's bodies and choices when we cannot feed the babies that are already in existence.
ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇʟᴛꜱ:
The coldness of that winter had been heavier than others. Intricate crystal sculptures crafted by the hands of the wild goddess seemed to jut up from every corner within the cavernous void that the silvery-fleshed woman strode. Lengthy tresses hung in her wake, seemingly floating upon the air as if they were living entities of their own simply following the lead of her forward motion. Having been called to this place for a meeting with the one called Queen, Icy recognized that times were changing and the season of heat and return of the sun would come in no short timing. The clack of her heels upon the stones resonated to create a rhythmic echo as she made way further down the hall. In passing, one of the slave girls' glances met with hers and Isyila felt a surge of annoyance flowing through her veins. Why Queen Jonquil had not yet done away with the practice of keeping the slaves had placed a rather horrid taste in Icy's mouth. But, she had a purpose to fulfill and as the slave passed her, she considered that mistreating her due her placement in the house was distasteful. Icy, as her name denoted, rather enjoyed the solidity of her own serious state and never found any excuse for leisure behavior as obligation and advising had been the primary objectives for the adviser.
Wind of the Highlands
Rhys Rhys strode silently across the grass, dark grey eyes rolling across the vibrant rolling and rich green hills. It was a moment of sweet respite that he dare not miss. Not the cold or even the grey landscape seemed shrouded in a cloud of thick, swirling mist that seemed to render everything entirely invisible could keep him from it. He snorted slightly, drawing his hand upward as he scratched at his chin. He was the third chieftain of Clan MacKinnon, but he knew well enough the rumors that ran their lands. Indeed, his clan was none to be trifled with, Clan MacKinnon was infamous for being one of the strongest clans in the upper highlands. But, these things were only the surface of Rhys' importance. Indeed, the man was well on his way to becoming one of the most feared chieftains this side of the Hebrides,