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A Tree of Trauma & It’s Abundant Fruit

I’m ten. My stepdad, Bill, was fired from Adam’s High School as a music teacher. The band director and other teachers built a

09/06/2025 No Comments

Rant to America

There’s a lot of political talk going on. Trump is president, again. Am I happy about it? No. I’m more upset about it

02/17/2025 No Comments

Burden in a Miracle

Two days before my first birthday, in the middle of the night, I succumbed to cardiac arrest. My mom, an extremely well-trained lifeguard and

02/10/2024 No Comments

And What’s Next?! 2

Fairytale Mental Penitentiary I initially wrote this for one of my creative writing classes. The assignment was to take a fairytale and

01/28/2024 No Comments

The Fairytale Mental Penitentiary

“I’m not a stalker. Philip and I were in love! I saved him a from drowning, and I just knew we’d be together forever. He just had to hear me sing.” A girl with fading teal and lavender hair and doll-like amethyst eyes said, fluttering her eyelashes. Ariel’s file was extensive, with a history of body dysmorphia, kleptomania, and hoarding.
“Ariel, we’ve been over this. You stayed in his house, followed him around, and didn’t speak to him for the first three days.”

01/10/2024 No Comments

And What’s Next?!

Now, I’m sharing it because, as you noted at the bottom of the piece, my grandma has passed away. I’ve been working on so many projects, and that inability to go running to my grandma and present her with my work and my progress is impacting me. Moreso, between the grief and fighting seasonal depression again, I want to just do my grandma the honor of making my first post about her and the gifts she gave me. I want to make this my first reminder. Taking care of me is the best way to remember her.

12/23/2023 No Comments

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