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The Game of Life

I would like to thank all participants of this game for letting me adapt it for this post:) *** Meet Cadence Doyle: she has a job as a comedian in Las Vegas, stage name: Marian Marquette. Meet Griselda Last: she’s British, parents Knot and Greta. She goes to college to major in illustration. Meet Freddie:Continue reading “The Game of Life”

Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something

You pick number seventy-two-or-something, because it sounds like an accurately large number without over-exaggerating too much. Though if you work out the math, five-plus years of crushes, one guy for five seconds passed in a hallway, another for a month across the school cafeteria…five-plus years, an average between millions of seconds and 12 months aContinue reading “Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something”

From, New York

Give me a piece of your soul So I can go Worlds away And always keep a dream of you with me, Whispering, “Everything’s going to work out okay.” — No home can keep me safe So I’m running After a feeling, nameless, But it lights up my heart so bright It can cast theContinue reading “From, New York”

Happy Phoenix

Hi people, I will be taking a break for like a week after this post. Causes include: vacation + burnout. Bye. — Happy phoenix, a falling star above the city, crash landing to a skyscraper. An impromptu rooftop nest, the absolute best for gasping out her last breaths. A falling star sputtering, feathers of flameContinue reading “Happy Phoenix”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”

Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept

The basic principle of Chekhov’s gun: if you show a gun hanging above a fireplace in the first act, it sure better get used by the conclusion of the story. It’s a clear illustration of foreshadowing, and using all elements of a story for a precise purpose, and not giving false promises to the reader.Continue reading “Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept”

What Inspires You?

I wanted to write an article about how I find inspiration for my novels and stories. But inspiration’s a mysterious, hard-to-bottle feeling; I can’t just write “5 tips to inspire yourself” because that’s like “5 tips to bottle the sunrise.” A single, bottled moment can’t contain the whole process, can’t hold all the reasons whyContinue reading “What Inspires You?”

Simple Reminders

Dear reader: thank you in advance for allowing me to express my frustrations about a relatively simple event in my life. — Hey, familia, I didn’t like the movie you dragged me to go watch with you. Hey, family, just because I didn’t like it, doesn’t make it okay for you to bash my opinion,Continue reading “Simple Reminders”

Random things that make me cry

I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been in a mood called “feel like crying.” At the finale of a tv series at coming home from my brother’s soccer game that he won at a graphic novel at a song at waking up at thinking about this summer, this August, the prospect of my siblings’Continue reading “Random things that make me cry”