The sun lit my hair with a near-burning halo. I was looking down at the grass, with my eyelashes lowered…
21
I’m 21I’m being torn apartShe wants her daughter’s soulHe wants his love’s heartEverything’s not really okay againAnd I’m sobbing in…
Transcendentalism: To Go Beyond
Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie shows the creative story of an ageless and spirited boy, who can fly and…
In Sickness
The rose garden of our arboretum bloomed in the SpringWe ran through it, laughing as childrenWe ate lunch on the…
The Princess and the Flea
Behind a big bush of lavender two cats were curled up. Sunlight warmed through their fur; their paws were stretched…
Désirée’s Baby’s Themes about Conditional Love
“At the very heart of our experience of being human, each of us has an intuitive sense of the value…
My Name is Marina
My voice whispers in each shellWhat I could never tell I thought I knew the prince’s heartBefore our eyes could…
The Big Fairy
Which perspective do you like best? Only one character telling the story does not include many details and is one-dimensional,…
“Blackberry Eating” Magic
Blackberry Eating, by Galway Kinnell I love to go out in late Septemberamong the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberriesto eat…
Hallucination
“Are you worried?” you say, “I’m all right” I smile But before my eyes you are dwindling juvenile And ready…
Checking the Fairy Tree
I was nineteen when I wrote this story, and as a writer it is about my primal landscape. My primal…
Seventeen
Trigger Warning: Mention of Suicide The sea in the air, your gaze blue as the sky’s An ocean about to…
A New Blog Called ‘Warrior’
Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve posted. This winter break my therapist inspired me to create a new blog…
Running with the Wolves: Part Three
The autumn evening before The Hunt Demelsa sat just outside of the den, gazing up at the moon. Her physical…
Running with the Wolves: Part Two
In the late summer her mother walked up to her, licked her ear, and said, “You are stronger now and…
Running with the Wolves: Part One
Walking with a dance in her steps imprinted in the snow behind her, she flowered into a bound and twirl.…
The Statue of Ice
In the past I would worry I was not the one you adore Now I’m frightened that I don’t love…
Passing Memory in the Night
Originally posted on A Dream of Writing:
Passing Memory in the Night Wind fleeting rushes with the witch through night Faces pass…
Tesauro: Part Ten
Moonlight cast the sand in silver light. Whispering waves rushed up the shore and retreated, softly rustling away, leaving a…
Tesauro: Part Nine
Erhart opened the door of his cottage and noticed that he had left the door unlocked. “Blow,” he muttered at…
Tesauro: Part Eight
He kicked the stand up and took off furiously pedalling forwards through the pouring rain. Cool drops fell against his…
Tesauro: Part Seven
And so, when the wind rose, chilling Erhart, he dragged his black boots heavily scratching across the pavement. He shivered…
Tesauro: Part Six
Erhart gazed up at the red sky blazing above, slightly propped up against a log. He felt weak. All of…
Tesauro: Part Five
Her ocean-blue eyes flooded with tears. She tried to speak. As if she were choking, her hand clutched at her…
Tesauro: Part Four
Erhart saw her oddly calm eyes staring back at him, and her face tilted to one side, just before she…
Tesauro: Part Three
I created the image of Tesauro with water-colour coloured-pencils. I hope that you enjoy it! Perhaps the delicately rising and…
Tesauro: Part Two
Erhart closed his eyes tightly, holding and bracing himself by repeating, “Unreal,” against the echoing rush of memories. A…
Tesauro: Part One
There was a thoughtful hesitation. The pen jerked across the page and black lines curled to form the word ‘insanity.’…
Algebra Story
I have despised mathematics for most of my life because it did not let me be creative, only involving cold…
George Orwell’s “Shooting an Elephant” and Vegetarianism
My vegetarian beliefs are connected with how I felt reading George Orwell’s piece. I wrote the essay when I was starting to…
When her Sky has Lost its Blue
Describes an emotional response to pollution, global warming, and resource depletion through empathy for Greta Thunberg. To a pure and passionate soul; a kindred spirit…