I love to write fiction stories of the supernatural, romance, high fantasy, or science fiction variety. A bit of a baby, a bit of a rolling stone, just doing my best to avoid getting arrested. @ziggyer5 on the instagram.
Storms bring out what calm seas cannot
Lettie had come out here to die. All her life she had moments like this where her mind rationalized it would be better to be gone from this world than to be part of it. She had driven out to the dock and untethered her parents' ship from where it had sat for years. There was a film of slime all over the controls but other than that she smiled when engine sputtered on.
Thrift Store Buys That Helped Me Become My Best Bisexual Self
I miss Thrift Shopping. Not so much the dusty old smell or the throngs of people that would post-Covid give me a heart attack to be around but getting something cheap to cherish. I have always enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Most times I would go in to a thrift store and not even have a specific item in mind. I just liked to peruse the aisles to see if anything fun would jump out at me. I have never been a very fashion-forward person, as you will very well see in these series of photos, but when I like something I certainly feel joy thinking back on it. Especially when I think of how an item made me feel.
Lil Nas X Does Not Need Your Approval
This video is ridiculous in the best way. I remember when Lil Nas X first became a household name due to his incredible cowboy aesthetic catchy song, Old Town Road. He was fresh, he was strange, and most of all he was unafraid to put himself out there for our entertainment.
It is the Journey not the Destination
Long plane rides are the worst. I am not afraid to fly, in fact, I actively like to have a window seat to look out at the clouds. That being said, if a flight of mine ventures over the three hour mark then I tend to start getting restless.
Your Vocal Second Wind
I first joined Vocal after seeing an ad in Instagram for the $20,000 Little Black Book challenge. I have since written about fifteen stories on here but with every challenge lost I find myself throwing the world's biggest pity party. The tiniest violin would play and I would ask myself the same questions over and over: Am I not a good writer? Am I not reaching the right audience? What am I doing this for?
Two Lies and a Truth
A Lie: me to me When someone asks me what keeps me up at night, what mistake from the past will haunt me till my dying day, what cringe cannot be undone, the moment that comes to mind is when I pretended someone else's writing was mine.
Little Sister, you have saved my life
Dearest LJ, You are eighteen, about to head off to college in one of the most prolific times in our country's history, and yet I hold no fear in my heart for your future. Your generation has been put through the ringer of insanity. From the gun violence epidemics in your schools, to the recessions and torn apart economics, to the sheer hopelessness of the Climate Change dystopian future, you have carried yourself with a sense of dignity and unrivaled compassion.
Mojave Rain at the End of the World
They had met on a supply run. He had thought there would be no one in abandoned Californian grocery store. It looked like it had already been raided with its boarded up windows shattered, the wood splintered down the middle where people had previously ripped it open. Perhaps all the good that was once inside would be gone but Quentin wanted to check anyway.
A Curse Upon Puerto Rico
My older sister refuses to go back to Puerto Rico. It is not out of lack of love for the island we were born in, for it will always be the place our childhood formed, but a fear born from trauma. We have always carried a sense of guilt about leaving our homeland. We were both under ten years old when we moved permanently to the United States and without a doubt have lived better lives since.