Molly

Don't let the stuffed bear fool you, this isn't a cute story about a girl and her bear. It's my first take on a thriller, so I hope you all enjoy it!

To anyone who'll read this, I'm sitting here next to my bookcase full of unread books, looking up and down at it while the inevitable looms in the back of my mind. It's no wonder I have anxiety. There's not enough time. Not enough time to play all of the video games all the way... Continue Reading →

Catharsis

Why do we do it? Why do we put ourselves through things like catharsis just so we can feel? We deliberately listen to songs that hurt us. Songs that remind us of pain from our past, songs that we listened to when we were with someone we no longer talk to. It isn't just music... Continue Reading →

Chapter One: Commute Home

Before reading, see: Prologue//Flashback: Maddy's  Disclaimer: This is a revised version of chapter one! I workshopped the hell out of it in one of my classes this semester, so I thought I'd update it here too. Thanks for reading! I hope you guys like these characters just as much as I do and that this... Continue Reading →

Creative Non-Fiction Inspiration

In this blog,  I'm going to discuss a Creative Non-Fiction piece and answer a few questions. This piece, in particular, caught my eye because of the name and the hook the author wrote in the beginning. The following is a link to the piece itself by Jane Bernstein: CNF Inspiration Piece: The Marrying Kind  Summary: The... Continue Reading →

Baby blue eyes, sitting on my lap, how do you stay, when I move my legs? I'll set you on the floor, because my limbs fall asleep, but you still come back. Is it love? Do you just, want my chair? Mama cat, Oh, Mama cat, I don't understand. I'll always appreciate, your little claws. Especially... Continue Reading →

Click-clack-click. Click-clack-click. Recently I've acquired a QwerkywriterS and it has given me such nostalgia. For those of you who don't know, it's a typewriter-inspired mechanical Bluetooth keyboard. Sounds complicated, right? Well, it isn't. Also, I realize the irony of me not using typewriters in my youth (considering I'm only 21-years-old and typewriters were around in... Continue Reading →

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