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.
Pronouns: she/her or they/them.
Biraciality; What it means to be BIPOC and White Presenting
In a world where people of color are still mistreated by a very obvious and corrupt system set in place by those who wished to control and dominate other landmasses; there is an old saying about how children of mixed ethnicities will never truly find their place. This is a sad reality for many children of interracial couples; particularly when their children are born white-presenting.
Female Volcels: Voluntarily Celibate
First, let's begin with the definition of this interesting new term, Volcel: a person who has chosen to be voluntarily celibate.
Let's discuss some very important components of this interesting phenomenon; Narcissistic Nests; a new term for the Narcissistic Family.
Summer’s golden rays Epic sunsets across open bays Beautiful adventures Barbecue stains And water sports There ahead it soon shall start
Purple, Green, Red and White
Purple, green, red, and white Majesty, nature, passion, and purity Colors that streak the evening sky making me question my purpose, reason, and the definition of why?
Ravensbruck: the Experiments Begin
“Imogen?” The raspiness of Martine’s voice as she whispered was almost inaudible – fear rising in her throat to the point of suffocating her vocal chords. And still, she had no idea where her older sister was. A terrifying reality had befallen them both, and she knew it – she had known it from the moment her mother had subjected them to Heinrich’s gaze. Lurching forward in her bunk, Martine’s eyes frantically tore at the darkness. Where was she? Did they take her again? Will this be the last time? It was a feeling she knew that many of the others in the room with her felt – and often, but this time it belonged to her because it was her sister whose bunk lie empty while all the others – at least those with living occupants, were full.
Plague of The Apocalypse; from Duality, the End of an Age
Delaehla snorted slightly. She hated this. In fact, she didn’t understand when any of it would ever come to an end. Or if ever. The funny thing about it was the way Jillian busted through her motel door room like time mattered or some shit. It never, ever did.
A rush of air flowed through the room and a low whisper seemed to come in with it, "Are you always this loud?" came her low tone, arms suddenly risen with chill bumps. To the onlooker, such things would appear as if they came in with the draft, but the truth was electric sensations flowed through her body all because of the static that seemed to linger within the air.
All I Will Ever Be
"You will be better off having chosen her and yet you will still perish from this life with my name as the last thing to trace your wretched lips. Mark my words, you shall," The ice, how it seemed to creep from lips so rigid with a cruelty that they almost seemed frozen into a wicked smirk. And, yet, for all the odd and roughness to the air, Asani did nothing more but spin about-face, her heels making way away from him as he began to contest at her back.
Cut Yourself Some Slack
I am a Creative – across the board. I have always enjoyed crafting and making things with my own hands. I’ve delved into several types of art forms because of this. Even interested myself in mechanics, electronics, and building things on the internet. I’ve always just liked building and mostly staying to myself. I’m not fully agoraphobic but my life has led me to a place where I’ve come to fully appreciate and love my solitude. I am the most productive on my own and when given directions I do well with getting tasks done. I am diligent and capable, but one thing I’ve come to realize I really enjoy over the last few years is jewelry-making.
Memories of Baking with Mama
I have a few great memories of baking with my mother. She's a great cook and incredibly talented at anything she puts her mind to so I learned a lot by watching and assisting her. I made it a point in life to try to spend some time in the kitchen with all the people who mattered most to me and become a sort of living recipe book by learning their particular tricks of the culinary trade. I've been fortunate to actually learn a lot of diverse cooking with some really incredible people and if there is one thing besides music that can unite people of all walks of life it is food!
Simply Scarlet Excerpt: One of my novels
"Do you trust me, Camille?" he asked her suddenly. "Mmhm," she breathed into his palm in a muffled tone. "Good," he said, grinning as he slid his hand down from her mouth to graze her tender throat; he continued to slip his palm down her throat, inching it closer to her full pert breasts. His finger slipped beneath the fabric and he drew it up beneath her blouse, continuing to trail his fingers down between the valley of her breasts.