Pattern Stories

Ivan Guillermo de la Vega knows how to write about people. Getting involved with them is another matter. As a feature writer for the Indiana Daily Student, Ivan has built his life around observation. He notices the details other people overlook, turns them into stories, and keeps himself safely outside the frame. Then, during a late night in the publication room, he answers an AI questionnaire designed to generate his ideal interpersonal match. The result is uncomfortably specific: someone calm and consistent, someone who listens without demanding disclosure, someone who remembers the small things and knows how to stay. Ivan closes the tab, dismisses the profile as an algorithm rearranging his own answers, and returns to work. The next day, he meets Owen Maverick Turner. Owen is Indiana University's starting quarterback, the player everyone expects to lead the team to a national championship. From a distance, he is composed, dependable, and impossible to overlook. Up close, he is quieter than Ivan expected. He listens before responding. He remembers. He makes space without disappearing. And with every encounter, Owen begins to resemble the profile Ivan never meant to take seriously. What starts as coincidence becomes a pattern. What Ivan approaches as professional curiosity becomes increasingly difficult to separate from want. As the article he is writing about Owen turns personal, Ivan must confront the one position he has always avoided: being part of the story himself. Ivan knows how to observe people. He knows how to put feelings into words. This time, he may have to place his own on the record.

An assortment of crochet patterns I have written. I'll add more as I come up with them. For every pattern, I always use my beginning tail as my stitch counter for the beginning/end of every row. Instead of a magic ring, I simply chain 2 and use the first chain as my magic ring. Wherever possible, I tend to use rounds or ovals. I don't care for straight edge patterns as mine never seem to turn out evenly. I can't say why and, as I've been crocheting for nearly fifty years, it's not for lack of practice. I always work in the back/third bump of any chain I use, and I always use each loop of the end chain on my project to turn the corner. I am also never happy with my final results and will often go back to change this or that detail. I suggest using these patterns as guides rather than strict instructions. If you find any glitches, please let me know so I can edit. Tah. Happy Hooking.

she said walk lightly on the egg shells beneath take each step so delicately she said to walk with flower toes.

Morris

Upper moons are forbidden to love another, and a secret can't be kept from the king. -- I do not own demon slayer (kimetsu no yaiba), mugen train, or any of the mangas, all rights go to the creator, Koyoharu Gotouge -- ⚠️gore and blood ⚠️WILL ADD SPOILERS FROM THE MUGEN TRAIN MOVIE AND THE MANGA⚠️ - Ranked: #1 in "demonhunters" as of November 24th, 2021 #1 in "hakuji" as of September 25th, 2022 #1 in "patterns" as of December 12th, 2022 #1 in "orb" as of October 9th, 2025

Hair is a source of beauty and confidence for many, but for others, hair loss is a debilitating condition - women, for example. FPB (or Androgenetic Alopecia) is one such medical condition that is common in women. This condition affects millions across the globe. Awareness of the symptoms, stages, triggers, and treatment of the condition is essential to counter-address it appropriately.

When I saw him again after everything he put me through, I thought maybe we could talk - really talk - and finally let the truth breathe. Instead, I walked straight back into the same twisted dance we always did: his questions that weren't questions, his apologies that never existed, and the gaslighting that felt rehearsed. One moment he kissed me; the next, he made me feel delusional for wanting closure. And just when I thought we were alone, he made sure we weren't. He wanted witnesses. He wanted an audience for my hurt. He wanted me craving him again - and he knew it. This chapter is about seeing the patterns I once excused, the games I once thought were love, and the version of me he tried to convince the world I was. It's the moment I realized he didn't come for peace, or truth, or healing. He came to watch me break. But this time, I didn't. You can read the full story on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FXPGM84H