Her thoughts, written
Ain't it funny, that I was more frightened of the man who said "Hello" in the parking lot at 9pm, than of the haunted house I visited only an hour beforehand? Filled with ghouls, zombies, and gore I laughed and felt safer, than when I speed-walked from my car into the grocery. When I fumble … Continue reading Parking Lots
I’m going to say a bad word. Dating. Yes, that infamous, dreaded, gnarly word—dating. Any socio-health professional will tell you it’s good to date and meet new people. Developing romantic relationships, being vulnerable, establishing what you like and don’t like, is critical. Especially for young adults. That doesn’t mean it isn’t terrible. Spending time at … Continue reading Romantic Opinion
Chariots of fire ride across the skies, propelled by gods and whim, they sail. To the south, they rip through the current. Chariots of fire, illuminated by Helios' descent. Will they consent for me to join their ranks? Chariots of fire, allow me to be a part of your race.
A torrent brews, and when it arrives-- what was known is sure to meet its demise. A torrent brews, face full of bluster, as much as the wind can muster. When a torrent brews, and when it arrives-- it is never contrived.
**Content Warning: This piece contains mild sexual themes. Read at your own discretion.** He spun me onto his lap, hands grasping my hips. How wonderful, I silently marvel, to be with men, who make you feel tiny with their naturally wide hands, broad frames, and long bodies. Perched against him like this, long hair cascading … Continue reading Heart Beat Faster
Last night, Death visited my bedside. He was every bit as disturbing as you would think, yet oddly familiar and comforting. He picked me up and carried me down a corridor with mutliple open doorways, shafts of light from these entrances cutting through the darkness. We passed a few of the doorways and I saw … Continue reading Death and the Fox
She cleans her sword and wipes a smear of blood from her boot. The grotesque body lies still in the hot wind, a pool of blood furthers into the soil. Weapon sheathed, the shield-maiden placidly steps over the monster's decapitated head. Some would keep it as a trophy, but to her, it doens't even deserve … Continue reading Shield-Maiden
He told me he loved me and I know I love him. But love, fickle thing, behaves on a whim. For the love I feel, I fear isn't right. Or at least, is not the kind he craves in the night. How could I not love a soul so seeking? How could I not love, … Continue reading He Loved Me
Slamming the door, I run inside. I throw my bag to the floor, wet hot tears streaking down my skin. The salty waterworks wash away my make-up, my armor, my strength. Globs of what remains collects on my chin. I charge towards you, a mistreated ire in my expression. “How could this happen?” I shout. … Continue reading Slamming the Door
Coloradans are well aware of the freak snowstorms that can (and will) bombard our state overnight. It might be 65 during the day, but in that time from March to May, you have to be prepared for any sudden change in the weather--snow, hail, flood, sunshine, or all four. As my sister puts it, this … Continue reading TreeFriend
Clever Girl 