Join Me For NaNoWriMo 2018

I think I mentioned in a previous post that, because I have no regard for my sanity, I’m taking part in NaNoWriMo this November.   What is it? For those of you who don’t know: NaNoWriMo is, essentially, a mad dash to get 50,000 words of something written in November. Now, I’m not someone who …

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Sticking to My 2018 Goals: I Made a Video!

Back in January, I wrote a post about how, in 2018, I wanted to start making some vids. Nothing fancy, just vlogs and artsy vids to begin with (because let's be real, I'm already doing too many things), and you know what? I actually did it. Throughout my time at university, I've gotten better at …

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Part Eleven: The Creature

The Creature You stand on your toes, stretch to reach the window and can only barely see through; a fine film of dust and grime cover the once transparent glass. You feel like a kid again, eavesdropping on your parents from the next room over. This time, though, fear is deeply rooted in your stomach …

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Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

Memory Film of Point Roberts   Summer of ‘98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp …

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Part Ten: The Descent

The Descent The weight of the silence wraps around you like snow on a street at midnight. It feels different than the rest, hollow, as though inside a vacuum. You breathe in and you breathe out, in and out in and out, rapid, laboured. You wait. Your chest is tight but quickly, silently, you make …

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Part Nine: The Dark

The Dark The slammed door disrupts dust particles and cobwebs which dance across your face and into your nose. You almost sneeze, almost, but you hold it in. You stand there as the cloak of darkness and ever-present silence engulf you. You’re shaking, but only slightly, and the tabby presses close to you, silent as …

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