I am officially closing this blog. It’s been dying for a while now. I knew it, but occasionally I would come back to post something that I thought needed to be said, or something that I wanted to share. I will forever be thankful for all that this blog, my followers and readers, and this…
To my friend with depression, I can’t promise to cure you. I’m not a mental health care professional and frankly, I give terrible advice. I can’t promise not to make a joke. I’m funny by nature, and use humor as a coping mechanism. But I can promise you this: I will never make a joke…
Hello! A couple of days ago I shared about my creative writing class experience. Here I wanted to show you what was included in my short portfolio. I feel like you guys deserve to read some of my fiction again- I mean you have stuck around, right? š Enjoy! -Em ————————————————————————– Alexandria (Historical Fiction &…
Hello (to anyone who is still follow this sporadic blog!) Last term, I took my first University creative writing class! This class was…okay, but not great. We started the term with my professor telling us not to be a writer. It was discouraging to say the least, but I did develop my skill and learned…
Dear future child, One of the scariest things I ever had to do was come to terms with my sexuality. It was long and hard. It was late nights wishing I could go to sleep, because I knew what I wanted in my dreams, safe from peering eyes. It was a constant cycle of not…
āGet me out of my mind, and get you out of those clothesā āFall Out Boy This is for everyone who has problems with overthinking. This is for the people who want to do anything for just a few moments of silence. This is for me. I canāt tell you how many times my mind…
I have decided to briefly return from my hiatus because I finally finished The Night Before two days ago. This was supposed to be a 6-8 page project and ended up being much, MUCH longer. Scarlett had a lot to say about Ava, and after reading both sides, I’m not sure whose side I’m on.…
Sometimes, as I’m drifting off to sleep, I think of what would happen if I stopped breathing. It’s a terrifying thought and one that has jolted me awake on more than one occasion. I spiral into a panic, thinking about how I would have no future if I couldn’t breath. Or even worse, if I…
I donāt think Iāll ever miss you. I donāt think Iāll ever truly let you go either. Thatās the way itās always been for us. I could never fully commit- or ever fully quit. You teased me with the idea of freedom, but you never meant it. You made me feel alive. Like I was…
āHer heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.ā I have a secret garden. Itās a beautiful garden, with sunshine and flowers everywhere. Thereās a stone path that winds itself through the different sections. It carries its traveller between the different flowers and trees. They all reach out, desperate to touch whoever…
I started this blog two years ago as something I had always wanted to try. I didn’t expect much out of it, but I thought I should actually create a blog instead of just always talking about one. Two years ago I was in my senior year in high school. My parents still had their…
Yesterday, I was nominated by Alex to do the 777 Writing Challenge. Now Iām not usually one to participate in these challenges (and certainly not so quickly) but Iām tired of writing academia and canāt wait until I can start just writing again next week! I have so many new ideas and so many additions…
It was Vincentās 19th birthday today. She had it memorized. āWe should go out tonight,ā she told Sophia. She didnāt typically like to go out. In fact she wasnāt even a huge drinker. But it was Vincentās birthday, and she didnāt want to miss it. Of course, she didnāt tell Sophia that it was his…
Another writing prompt from Friday! This one was to write what was going through the husband-to-be’s head asĀ his wife-to-be walked down the aisle. I have to say it was incredibly fun to write, especially from a negative point of view. This was written in Starbucks with only ten minutes and minimal brainstorming. I did minor…
A few days ago I had an idea to write about the different kinds of heartbreak people experience. This is something I probably won’t ever continue or publish,Ā probably becauseĀ it ended up being more autobiographical than anything. Note: I don’t think I’ve ever had a broken heart, but everything is more dramatic when you pretend you…
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