Essay Stories

Who are you when you're with me? There is a version of you that your family knows. A version your oldest friends remember. A version that appears around the person who makes you laugh until you forget to be self-conscious. And perhaps a version that only exists when you're alone. We like to believe that somewhere beneath all of it is one "real" version of ourselves. The truest one. The one that exists untouched by everyone else. But what if that's not how people work? What if the people we meet don't simply become part of our lives, but quietly bring out parts of us we didn't know existed? The People We Become Around Other People is an exploration of identity, relationships, memory, and all the different selves we carry through life. The friends who make us feel like children again. The people who make us smaller. The ones who teach us confidence. The ones who teach us fear. The ones who remember a version of us we've long since outgrown. And the uncomfortable question underneath it all: If everyone knows a different version of you, which one is actually you?

The following articles are essays on how to write poetry, by Olan L. Smith, aka Cotton Jones. I was asked to write these article for Wattpad's Poets Pub's Handbook for Poets, 2017. I am collecting them here for my site so they may be easy to find. Love, peace, freedom (Lpf), Olan

​"I collect all ideas... but that's all I do. I just collect the ideas, never create them. So I will now." ​Welcome to Things, Thoughts and Tangents, a series of non-fiction essays, late-night rants, and deep dives into the weird correlations that make up my everyday life. If you've ever felt stuck in the weird in-between of growing up, or if you have a habit of starting ten projects and finishing zero, you'll feel right at home here. ​Come for the literary rants, stay for the existential overthinking.

Essays

အမှာစာ ပင်လယ်ဆိုတာလည်း တစ်ချိန်တုန်းက စမ်းရေအိုင်ငယ်လေးတစ်ခု ဖြစ်ချင်ဖြစ်ခဲ့မှာပါ။ အင်းအိုင်တစ်ခု၊ မြစ်တစ်စင်း၊ သို့မဟုတ် ဘာမှမထင်ရှားတဲ့ ရေအိုင်ငယ်လေးတစ်ခုကနေပဲ စတင်ခဲ့ရတာပါ။ အချိန်တွေ ကုန်လွန်လာတဲ့အခါ အဲဒီရေအိုင်ငယ်လေးဟာ ပင်လယ်ကြီးအဖြစ် ပြောင်းလဲမလာနိုင်ဘူးလို့ ဘယ်သူက တတ်အပ်ပြောနိုင်ပါ့မလဲ။ ဒီဝတ္ထုဟာလည်း အဲဒီလို စမ်းရေအိုင်ငယ်လေးတစ်ခုကနေ ပင်လယ်ပြင်ဆီကို စီးဆင်းဖို့ ကြိုးစားခဲ့ရတဲ့၊ သို့မဟုတ် ပင်လယ်ကြီးအဖြစ် ပြောင်းလဲသွားခဲ့ရတဲ့ ဖြစ်တည်မှုတစ်ခုအကြောင်းကို ရေးဖွဲ့ထားခြင်း ဖြစ်ပါတယ်။ စာဖတ်သူတွေလည်း ဒီစာမျက်နှာတွေထက်မှာ သင့်ကိုယ်ပိုင် ပင်လယ်ကို ရှာဖွေတွေ့ရှိနိုင်ပါစေ။

Contains random feature articles and lathalain Note: the articles are not perfect, you have been warned

All of my process essays from 9th grade Honors English Timed essays not included All texts and media cited in MLA format

This book is about a hope and a faith, To help you achieve your spiritual grace, The food for a mind and the joy for a soul, Your wisdom is our reward and a goal. Selected works The full selection is available on the website: http://ozornin.pro

A short story/Essay using characters from my favourite series Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon (IPKKND) season 1. Cover & pics in the story are from google image. credit to the up-loaders.

There was a time in my life when I felt like I was drowning...no air, no direction, just me trying to stay afloat in something much bigger than I could handle. I remember that moment clearly. The sea was salty., so salty that I could taste the weight of everything I couldn't say. Every wave that hit me felt like a reminder that no one was coming to help. No one was going to reach out their hand. So I helped myself. I found a rock...rough, sharp, and unforgiving. It was covered in barnacles that cut deep into my skin as I climbed. It hurt. I bled. But I chose the pain. Because that pain meant I could finally breathe again. Sometimes healing isn't gentle. It doesn't always look like comfort or peace. Sometimes it looks like dragging yourself out of something dark with nothing but your own strength. And when no one listens, you still have to speak-if not to others, then to yourself. These words I write now aren't just for me. They're for the version of me that stayed silent for too long. The version that thought pain had to be hidden to be survived. They're for anyone who's ever felt like they were gasping for air, waiting for a hand that never came. Even when the ocean is swallowing you whole, even when the only way out is painful, you are still capable of choosing life. This is a letter written by a sea.

burn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen

Ok, first of all, I'd like to thank the 400+ people who have for some reason read this for reading it. It means a lot to me that you even remotely read a single word in any of this mess. I love you all <3 And thank you to the people that also commented on this! It also means a lot, since I like responding to and reading comments! For people who are new here or cared enough to read this description somehow: This is, well...completely random. I talk about a wide variety of things including (but not limited to) sharing opinions, asking questions, talking about life, reminiscing about my life choices, laughing at stupid memes, recommending books, telling you about life events that you probably don't care about, and much, MUCH, more. Most of this is lighthearted, but I can also ask questions about things that might not be so fun in life or shows. I'm in multiple fandoms and am probably not funny, but hey! I just like talking to the community and hanging out with people! That's what makes Wattpad fun! Want to know more about me? Check out my bio if you want, but you'll probably learn plenty from this book alone. <3 #121 on poem 🤯🤯🤯 #58 on essay

A paper I have been writing on and off for awhile, going over the history of Byzantium as concisely as I can.

Hetalia's characters started out as nothing more than stereotypes of other ethnic groups, but over the years of refining, they are just as much individuals as they are countries. Who is the whole character? What makes them so unique? Cover art done by Himaruya Hidekaz.

This article explores how deterministic causality can co-exist with subjective consciousness. This is open to any form of criticism that is constructive and expands upon the idea.

Essay on the satire of social inequality in the premchand's short story the shroud

A collection of film-related short essays.

What is it to be a trans daughter? What is it to be an angry queer? What is it to be a first-year college student? Do my friends only half-know me? In a creative non-fiction essay about a memorable conversation with a new trans friend named Dinah, I explore these questions about transness, cisgender family, queer solidarity and rage. "I am the great and fiery force that... awakens and supports life." -Hildegard of Bingen

These are some of my essays that I have written in class at school