Blind author, content creator, and freelancer
He sat across from me when he told me you were important. He told me to trust you, but never warned me that you would disappoint me. He made you out to be the solution to problems I didn’t see. He made you seem like some form of rescuer, but did he know the weight…
They’ve prayed, asking some god to heal me. To cure me. I know they’re kind, but I wonder if they think at all. Why would I be blind if their god didn’t want me to be? There’s no cure. Maybe there will be, but not yet. Blindness is here to stay.
From time to time, I think about you. Not in depth, but I do. Your stories. Your characters. Your time. Your dedication. Your genius. Why should I think of authors? You’re deities in your own right, giving us gifts that we don’t always deserve. Then again, that’s how benevolent deities are, aren’t they? But you’re…
For four days every month, I get an unwanted visitor. She never announces herself. Never knocks on the door. She’s only too happy to disrupt my life. I’m in no physical pain, but I’m still in pain. I will be for many years because I’m not lucky enough for her to go away early. I…
My bathroom has a mirror that I stand in front of every day. We’re about the same height, but it’s part of a cabinet, so it sits a few inches from my face. I used to pretend I could see myself in mirrors. When I put on makeup, I told people I was looking at…
Rose wraps herself around Harald, burying her face in his shoulder as hot tears stream down her face. Harald hugs her tightly against him. “Be careful,” Sebastian says. “Those tears can burn you. It may not be so strong right now since she’s still a cub, but still.” Harald nods, distracted. He’s not sure why…
Nostalgia is an old friend. Sometimes, it’s known to you. Other times, it’s a stranger, but you just know it. A song. A vibe. It doesn’t matter. Even as a stranger, you know it when you see it. Nostalgia is the friend you reach out to when nothing is working out. It comforts you. Distracts…
I lost touch with her years ago, but, with the grace and intelligence of a predator, you found her. You found me. You slid into my messages by taking over a part of her. You gave me what I wanted. What I needed. A flexible job that would let me write. I think you knew…
I can’t remember where I heard about this book. I remember wanting to read it, but it came back to my attention recently. I decided to borrow it from the library and am glad I did. Synopsis Xingyin, daughter of the moon goddess, is forced to flee her home. When an opportunity presents itself to…
A knock interrupts Harald’s work. “Come in,” he says. It’s probably Rose. When she woke up, she did her homework with Lady Elena before going to play outside. The door opens. “Hi,” Melanie says. “I’m bringing Rose to you. I have to go in a little bit.” Rose flies to him, settling herself on the…
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