𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

paradoxically picky reader of at least a book a day while writing my own. 📚💫 if it doesn’t have a plot twist, I don’t want it.

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𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

paradoxically picky reader of at least a book a day while writing my own. 📚💫 if it doesn’t have a plot twist, I don’t want it.

Writings

Followers

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Losing Touch

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

3 min read

**Dear Diary,**

As a child, I saved up for one of those fancy family members of yours with a lock, proudly wrote my name within the cover to claim ownership, scribbled in my first entry, and promptly lost the key.

I never understood how a diary could be ‘dear’ until recently, when I learned that I was losing my ability to write in one.

Losing my ability to do anything, really.

It’s amazing how...

Wasted Words

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

6 min read

My feet hit the tavern bar top with the same rhythmic stomps as the other patrons, but my claps echo in the ensuing silence.

I don’t have to turn toward the entrance to deduce, “They found me, didn’t they?”

I’m plucked by my waist and thrust outside so quickly that my cheek hits the wet earth before my body does.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I mumble to the dirt speckled shiny shoes denoting my f...

Thriller

Fantasy

The Skilled Sailor

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

1 min read

A ship in harbor is safe,

but that’s not why they’re made.

The hidden cove of comfort zone

only fortifies the afraid.

There’s safety in complacency,

bobbing with the tide every day.

Submerged in work and shallow words,

all while your hull rots away.

Serenity is most fervently

of hopes frequently prayed.

What if the answer was to feel the unease?

And do it anyway?

Chart your course, hoist your ...

Poetry

Adventure

The Pest

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

3 min read

Pigeons aren’t known as amazing conversationalists, but I bet they’re better company than the judgy old lady currently eying me strangely.

“Mind your business,” I hiss across the park pathway.

The flock of pigeons ripples around me like a cloak shrouded from my shoulders, draping over the bench where I sit, and amassed around the bird seed covered ground at my feet.

Even the woman jolts at my ...

Humour

Thriller

Icebreaker

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

4 min read

Something you never want to encounter in the snow blanketing the isolated land where you live alone is a set of unfamiliar footprints.

The only thing worse would be a cry for help coming from the direction they lead.

Unfortunately, I have both.

“Help,” the panicked male voice cries again.

“Pretty sure that’s my line,” I grumble despite heading in his direction, not unlike like the scary movie...

Humour

Thriller

Lost In Translation

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

4 min read

The great bellowing war cry shattered the previously peaceful skies. All heads in my tribe snapped up to find a great strange beast barreling down to the icy tundra ahead, the summons to battle not directed at us, but death itself.

“Where are its wings?” Xylar whispered in horror on my right.

I eyed the strange white being, a morbidly flattened cylinder, through the smoke trailing behind it lik...

Humour

Science fiction

The Rebel

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

8 min read

In the hazy place between sleep and awake, I hear the rushing of water calling my name. It thrashes and lashes at the edges of my consciousness the longer I ignore the siren song.

I gasp sitting up, drenched in both sweat and the muddled morning light of my bedroom like a reanimated corpse.

My white cat simply emits a noise of annoyed apathy from the foot of my bed, very much used to and over ...

Thriller

Fantasy

Same Time Tomorrow

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

4 min read

Beth’s blond hair dances as she throws her head back in a laugh at the sight of me flailing around in illustration.

“What _do_ winged people do with their arms when they fly?” she wonders aloud at my various examples.

A bit more breathless than those movements should’ve made me, I say, “I think all the books we read about the men sweeping down and scooping up the heroines are written that way be...

Thriller

Humour

I’ll Have What She’s Having

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1 min read

“I bet if you were abducted by aliens, they’d skip the probing part,” I whisper harshly into his back.

The man, who decided his coffee order was more important than mine, slowly turns from where he cut right in front of me in line and faces me with raised brows.

“You have the confidence of a much taller man,” I inform him.

He scoffs, narrows his eyes, and accuses. “I bet you were _never_ a pl...

Humour

The Scroll Thief Pt. 3

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

6 min read

I’m almost proud of how quickly I’ve become accustomed to cursing. In my first step into the portal, the phosphorescent light eliminates all heat within my body. Its icy tendrils seem to probe me in an experimental search for my worthiness while I pepper it with four letter words.

I stand otherwise statue still, too cold to even shiver, praying the place between realms, that I’ll undoubtedly be r...

Fantasy

Humour