A poem about washing my face, and watching someone else wash their face, and being a hopeless romantic.
Relationship
A Warm Place
A story about barnyard animals who used to be friends.
A War Between The Mind & Heart
A short story that follows the feelings of the main character of my WIP novel.
Tales of Nature
How is the environment we live in really affected by our actions? These poems bring insight into the relationship between humans and nature, in the best and worst of times.
Love Me, Lucky!
Though my dog brings great joy into my life, we have the ultimate incompatibility: different love languages. This piece is about the frustration of trying to cuddle with him and learning to accept our differences.
The Bargains We Make
What sacrifices did we make during the pandemic to sustain our parental relationships? What kind of person have you become since then?
the great jello incident
not your average love triangle… an alien love triangle
Bottled Up
A glimpse into the tantalizing cycle of waiting and wanting.
To My Dad
“But I can’t be angry forever that my dad isn’t the dad I wish he was. Anyway, did you see the last episode of Survivor?”
Legos
Pieces of Legos that click in more ways than one.
He & She
One Girl… One Love… where did it lead her?
To write about things that have ended a long time ago
A lot of my writing is related to loss—in this case, it’s old friends. Though I’ve yet to attend a loved one’s funeral, I find myself grieving people who are still alive.
Scaredy Cat
My obsession with fear started with my cousin’s scary stories and turned into a competition with my brother. While convincing myself to enjoy horror, I created monsters that haunted me in the dark.
Writing My World: Window Into Our Lives
We used a website to showcase our ever-changing writing styles and emphasize the connection between what we read and what we write from childhood till now!
Yellow Roses
The perfect relationship is a facade. Always. Even when you think you know exactly how the other person is feeling, there is always a secret. Sometimes, that secret is pain.