Writing articles about mental health, education, astrology, and overall life. Writing fiction stories about whatever comes to mind! When I'm not writing you can find me crying about all the animals I can't adopt.
To Be a Clean Human
Dear Egnals, It has been 10 Earth days since my last report, and I have now been a “roommate” for 3.5 Earth weeks. I am approaching my second month’s “rent check” and I have been informed that if I do not live a more hygienic lifestyle, I will be exiled. I have tried to keep a low profile while I study the Earth creatures, as you know there was a short scuffle over the human energy sources that are kept in the cold box. All energy sources are now labeled with the names of the other females, with their guidance I successfully used currency to buy my own energy sources, they have now been labeled “Samantha.” They assumed my lack of knowledge in this area was due to my “accent,” when they asked where I came I blurted out “Gorgon” without thinking, luckily they assumed it was just an area of this world they had not heard of.
I’m the Villainess So I’m Taming the Final Boss: Part 1
Written By Sarasa Nagase, art done by Mai Murasaki. The Synopsis: Avoid the bad ending at all costs! When her fiancé breaks up with her in front of the entire student body, noblewoman Aileen d’Autriche is devastated-or she would have been, if that wasn’t also the exact moment memories of her past life came crashing back! Turns out, she’s been reborn as the villainess of a dating sim…and according to the story, she’s slated to die at the hands of the demon king in three months! But Aileen’s already got a plan: Step one, get Demon King Claude to fall in love with her. Step two, live!
Warrior Mine - Book Review
The Synopsis: With a temper fiery enough to warn off any soldier not to take what isn’t offered, Lara’s reputation as a wildcat is deadly. To add to her troubled life, which keeps most villagers at bay, she was born with the ability to foretell the death of her friends, enemies, and lovers.
Beyond the Community
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Although I had only known her father for a short time before she was born, I had grown to love him as a brother and felt similar affection as if she were my niece. Annetta was one of 10 kids born inside the bunker, the majority of us had not been outside in 11 years, the man we called “Captain” was the only one who was given access to the main gate. He had a single window inside his office, as if he were rapunzel stuck in a tower he used this window to retrieve information and supplies from his contact in the Community.
Five years have passed since I entered the community. I can still remember sitting in the courtyard with my younger sister, enjoying our lunch, when the chaos began. Soldiers in strange uniforms suddenly stood in the middle of town, almost like they just appeared out of thin air. We still don’t know if they were a part of the government, or if they were against it, but the country I once knew is gone.
Should We Be Lying To Kids?
‘Tis the season! Every year children around the world get excited about all the wonders that come with the holiday season. Festive lights, hot cocoa with tiny marshmallows, hanging ornaments, and a make-believe man who breaks into your house through the chimney, bringing you presents if you’ve been good, and coal (for some odd reason) if you’ve been bad. While many children are happy and smiling at the idea of Santa coming to visit, many children are sad, or angry, or maybe they really just don’t care, as they suddenly realize it was all a lie, and their parents were Santa all along.
Impossibly Yours - Book Review
Recently, I had the privilege of being an ARC reader for A.J. Ranney’s newest book: Impossibly Yours. This is the second book in her Half Moon Lake series, and although the characters are connected, each book can be read as a stand-alone.
Tomorrow Will Be Different
Every night I go to bed after the sun sets, and every morning I wake when the sun rises. I have no internal alarm clock, not an external one either, so I sleep with the sun, regardless of the season. I am not sure what day, month, or year it is, but I know that I am alive, and alone.
Alternate Reality: Gaston's Story
To my loving daughter, Belevia, My only goal in raising you was to ensure you had the future you deserved, a path paved by your own free will, and not by what is expected of you. You can have a family and be a wife and mother, like your mother and the women around you, or you can venture out of this town, and explore the world, defy the limitations others try to push onto you. Or...really who says you can’t be a mother and explore the world at the same time? You can do anything you set your mind to. However, I fear I may not live to see the adventures you set out on. After I have passed I want to leave you with one final story, of how I met, and lost, the one woman I truly loved.