Sai Marie Johnson
Bio
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
Stories (71/0)
What I've Learned as the Mother of Two Terminally Ill Sons
I had considered not sharing this here but it has dawned on me that some personal stories are meant to be shared. This particular story is very hard for me I won't deny that but I feel that the journey I've been on is important to share for those who may be in similar situations.
By Sai Marie Johnson9 months ago in Motivation
Controvery of a Catfish
As I sit to write this it’s a composition I am not quite sure where to start. From the top? From the fruit of my love for someone I met over a decade ago who has since gone on to become the kind of human I can’t help but respect and wish more than anything could be able to love in the way that he deserves? It’s hard to say where I should start and I don’t really want to name anyone in particular while I talk about this so I am going to use initials for each person. For myself I will use ‘S’ and for the REAL person I have had feelings for after so long I will use ‘RJ’ for the CATFISH I will use ‘CJ’
By Sai Marie Johnson9 months ago in Psyche
Things that Confuse a Narcissist
It would seem that lately a few keywords and experiences keep arising to remind me about the importance of maintaining my own mental health so that I can continue to achieve the goals I have set in place for myself. Recently, I came across a posting that made me think as I have battled many narcissists in my life, and have even been accused of being one despite actually being a Heyoka empath.
By Sai Marie Johnson9 months ago in Psyche
The Five I Wills of Satan
"For you have said in your heart: 'I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, and I will be like the Most High.' " ~Isaiah 14:13–14
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Fiction
Farahilde's Fantasy
Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn't that Farahilde was so young she could not be dated, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Fiction
The Virgin's Sacrifice
The wedding of Kaira Faire von Masoch and Dorn Bruyere had been the premiere event in Lemberg the Spring that the two were betrothed. While their whirlwind romance came about out of nowhere Dorn and Kaira seemed to be the perfect pair. The family was bustling with life, and happiness, and the bride was as beautiful as ever. With a romantic, debonair musician for a husband, Kaira had felt her life was utterly perfect in its completion.
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Filthy
Blue Abyss
A flash of white lightning filled the sky. In the distance gray clouds began to roll towards the coastline, and a far off thunder reverberated towards the small fishing boat that settled within the turquoise waves of the Destin Harbor. Captain Wesley Wright knew what it meant, and he called out to his first mate to pull up the last net for the day. Left with little time to get back to land he wanted to make the most of the catch before the storm descended upon them. Easton Pryce gave a nod of acknowledgment, and a waving hand signaled the other four deckhands to start wheeling it in,
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Fiction
A Devine Introduction
There were two spaces that had filled her with delightful possibility and those were the things which had prompted the youthful-looking Aleriana Devine toward her newfound task of venturing into the DeVuehn Estate. The existence of monsters was nothing she hadn’t already come to terms with and there was a flare of knowing that she would endure a few in her passage toward the famed manor.
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Fiction
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.
By Sai Marie Johnson10 months ago in Humans
