This week’s blog hop and six-sentence story was one I felt quite hesitant about, because every time I reread it, it somehow manages to become more and more depressive. I’m not entirely sure why—maybe it comes from writing for and while loops in university to the point...
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Six-Sentence Story #4 (With Prompt Word RELAY)
This week’s prompt word for the six-sentence story in our community of blog hoppers was really fun to work with. Over time, I had several different ideas circling in my head on how to use it and make the story a bit different from what I usually write. I wanted...
Six-Sentence Story #3 (With Prompt Word – order)
For some reason, I’ve always liked to step in and out of characters when I write. I’ve also noticed something a bit strange about my process in the weekly six-sentence story blog hops: I tend to write the sentence with the prompt word first and then build the rest of...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #9
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud.A moment where poetry and pure emotion meet. (Authors Note) 9. She waited, afraid she has to look him in the eyes So I stood...
Short Story-The Silence Between Us(In love with a Dead Poet)
I feel like I have nothing left to write these days. Instead of creating, I’ve been sitting on my bed in a vegetative state, guilt accumulating with every sip of wine I take. I know I should be writing—or doing something, anything. Sometimes, I catch myself simply w…
Short Story – Absence (In love with a Dead Poet)
Any words I manage to put down feel dull and meaningless—especially compared to you, or the kind of love and admiration that has been, is, and always will be within me. I have carried it with pride, deep within my heart, shielded from the harsh realities of this world…
Short Story – Goddess in Disguise (Romance and all that)
Ella didn’t know any other way to love than obsessively, religiously, and with a fiery passion. The kind that could make you shiver when her fingers brushed against your skin. And she would pray down on her knees to twirl you around her finger, to make you stay longer…
Short Story-Demigods are Worshipped in Wine
This night was like many others. She was preparing her space to write poetry. It was as if she was preparing to worship a God of a sort – with a bottle of Shiraz on the table and Chopin on the recorder, she set orange and cinnamon-scented candles up in her room.
Short Story – Stockholm Syndrome (Romance and all that)
It wasn’t that she didn’t know that he wasn’t good for her or that he would never stay the night. It was that she had hope. She believed that in the depths of his heart, he had loved her all along, and one day he would choose her. The hope kept her eyes in a protective …
Short Story – Elves and Fantasy (Romance and all that)
He sat across from her on the train he took every day to work and back. Never had he seen her before, and there was nothing else that he could do than sit there, staring at her drawing while being perplexed by her beauty. He himself had never drawn before, or maybe he d…