It’s just the caffeine, the chemistry, my remedy. When dopamine and serotonin find themselves hiding in the no-where corners of my brain and the world vibrates in a haze of uncontrollable motion, I turn to a chemical that feels like oxytocin. Because in my mind, is chemical warfare, thoughts altering chemistry, the past pulling at my memory, draining my energy. …
A poem exploring the feeling of being consumed by the system.
A woman and her father share coffee in a dark and unfeeling world, where science and logic dominates for the sake of safety.
Demon slayer Vivian Cross and her best friend Olivia Walker travel to Sails Lake, a radioactive hunting ground for a demon that kills without lifting a finger. As Vivian fights her own mind, an ancient voice grants her unimaginable power when she needs it most.
A short piece of fiction about a peculiar girl and her connection to the world.
A piece written for my senior creative writing class – here I focus very heavily on sensory details within a scene.
A piece written for my senior creative writing class pertaining to a random memory we “don’t remember”, but obviously do through intricate detail. This piece relates to my general feelings of being uninspired and unmotivated.
A piece written in the view and life of a person that is almost entirely opposite of myself.
Vivian Cross, a self-employed, fiery and alcohol fueled demon slayer finds herself in an elementary school where a demon is searching for his next snack. It’s just another night on the job for Vivian, but while she’s out slaying literal demons, can she slay her own?
A poem that comments on the feeling associated with loss and change.
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