Tag Archives: LGBTIQ

A Dream She Had

The dream unfolded with a dream, the kind she couldn’t share because girl’s like her weren’t allowed to exist. Her dream threatened to die a dream, hatred assaulting her because she was deemed unworthy of love. The dream survived as … Continue reading

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Ink

Tomorrow place, forever land, a world of ink meant for pages, trauma transformed in meditation, what was once pain at last a hurt that passes through, a wound repurposed. Not a past rewritten, but a new perspective, tales for hearts … Continue reading

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How Targeted Worldbuilding Aids My Storytelling

Worldbuilding is more than magic, it’s about choosing the right bedrock to build your stories upon. This became more clear to me when I began experimenting with my approach to revising. In the past, I’ve either worked on Carrdia novels … Continue reading

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Chasing Acceptance

There was a point along the road when she realized the truth, that being different was going to have to do. Chasing dead ends was a cul-de-sac of indifference, where frigid embraces bore no resemblance to acceptance. She’d waste no … Continue reading

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The Shining City on the Hill

The shining city on the hill. She believed. For, the city was hope, hope for her, for those who came after. They told her it was a myth, a lie, a fairytale, especially, they said, for people like her. The … Continue reading

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Owning Herself

She’d own it, because it was hers, because it was her. Self was self, was her life. She’d own it all. She was multiple women within. Dynamic. Depressed. Determined. Compassionate. Creative. She’d own all she was. Let someone else, disagree, … Continue reading

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Identities

We’re undercover operatives in life’s hide and seek clinging to the truth of who we are, but fearing should we speak. Having to justify our existence should we stray from the line, fearful that what other operatives see is our … Continue reading

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Her Life

She felt it all, each gentle current and buffeting wind, for she was in a fragile place while dying. There was the raging storm outside, it assailed with its fists. There was the dysphoric storm inside, it clawed at her … Continue reading

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Vistanna

She was the shade, she was the shadow, she harvested the twilight and the sunrise. She was half light, half darkness, existing in a place that was and never was. She wrote upon luminescence, the night sky her instrument, reveling … Continue reading

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America Dystopia

Looking back, she should’ve wept sooner, should’ve recognized her heart’s truth, that it was the thugs and criminals in power who were enabling the poison. She should’ve known, should’ve understood, that when someone casually ignores death, they’ve no respect for … Continue reading

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