A tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
A girl is enclosed in a temple where she is a prophetess. She only wakes to see the late afternoon sun. When she begins to dream of a second heart within, which beats to the rhythm of someone near her. My entry as part of the Team Dreams in @rskovach 's Decameron 2.0. A/N: The cover art is not mine. Credits to the...
As rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feelings? Or, is it just me? #279 in Short Story (May 13, 2015) A/N: It app...
A random assortment of short stories. Various genres. Author's Note: If you have seen my short story collection, Impressions, on Textnovel, then you will see I've put some of them in this one too. Enjoy~ :)
A writer's mind is also their canvas. Of a writer, lost in her thoughts, in the rain. Contest entry for Literary Fiction Network. A/N: Cover design - credits to artist/ pixiv
Poems that I have written. In the moment. Setsuna. Setsuna Poems. #342 in Poetry (June 11, 2015)
Shunkan is a moment. A moment in time. Second poetry collection. #495 in Poetry (April 13, 2016)
"Ukiyo" is literally the floating world. Living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life. Third collection of poems.
April is National Poetry Month. There will be a poem for every day (30 total). The prompts were given to me by one of my professors who encouraged participation in National Poetry Month. The prompts can be found on FB on the Poem Revolution page. I'll post them as well. #251 in Poetry (May 2, 2016) A/N: Photo creds go...
A poem of summer. Written for @CRYSTALFUR_official 's little summer contest prompt. And winner of it, as well (with many thanks). (A/N: There should be a short story coming along with it, but that shall be soon.)
Summer. I've been writing more poems than prose, which is something that has been a hassle for me and my current projects. But the poems are just born from my fingertips in bursts of ink, so I can't just put them back from whence they came. They wanted to speak, and thus they spoke. #710 Poetry (8.6.16)