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Confessions of a recovering plagiarist
In my previous post, I spoke briefly of my first failure of a blog, and it got me thinking… I owe a lot to Zoe Sugg, or should I say, my first book owes its entire plot to Girl Online. I hate to admit it, but when I tell people I've been writing stories since I was a child, you can guarantee none of it was original. In fact, from age thirteen to sixteen, I wrote 6 books with 300+ pages solely based on the original plot of CW's Arrow, starring Stephen Amell. My main character
5 days ago
The Pro(B)logue: An Ode to What Will Be...
I was twelve years old when I started my first ever blog, ‘Cup of Joe(ly)’. I had just read Zoe Sugg’s Girl Online and envisioned the next two weeks of my life full of handsome band members in flannel shirts and ripped jeans, all falling swiftly in love with me and my naturally beach wavy blonde hair always in an effortlessly assembled bun atop my head. Not to mention all the witty comebacks I had at the ready for my primary school bully when I’d roll up in a matt black limo
Nov 5
Antigone
An exert from my upcoming novel, THE REIGN OF HER, the opening passage from one of the three short stories, ANTIGONE. *For those not familiar with Greek mythology, Antigone was the eldest daughter of Oedipus; a king of Thebes famously known for defeated the Sphinx and fulfilling his long ordained fate: to kill his father and marry his mother. I found my mother, hanging. Her crimson robe was wrapped around her neck, dangling her from the pillar above, her eyes closed.She looke
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Nov 62 min read
who will heal my paintflesh wounds?
PROLOGUE “Till this moment I never knew myself.” -Jane Austen ~ With every brush stroke, I piece together a mirror I never knew I needed, staring back at me; with a mouth full of stars caught between its teeth, eyes pulsing like a pair of newly born hurricanes, strung up like a pearl necklace around a dainty throat. Close the door on your way out. You slam it instead. It is but a whisper coming from the landing, and I am left with nothing but
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Nov 69 min read
atlas, at the end of eons
An exert from my upcoming novel, THE REIGN OF HER the little star fell like a teardrop onto Atlas’ lap, and there she beamed, fallen from grace and the stardust etched cavity that set her up in the sky like a row of pearly white teeth in a pardo chasm of space and time. “hello.” the little star sang, an aubade to the rising sun rolling across Atlas’ shoulders. to the Titan, the little star was nothing more than a susurrus in the resol emptiness, and the only thing that caught
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Nov 65 min read
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