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Written Works

A few short stories and creative writings that I have done as experiments and practice, as well as assignments. 

I’m not much of a writer if I am being honest, I’m not the type of person that can sit down for hours on end, looking for different ways to describe sadness, pity, or happiness. I have trouble putting my thoughts down on a piece of paper. I have an even harder time incorporating my feelings into it. However...

The kettle screams. I forgot I turned it on. Once more, my thoughts are somewhere else, tucked behind the veil of my awareness, maybe folded into the laundry that I was always too lazy to put away. I pour the boiling water anyway. The cup is chipped. It always has been, straight from the store and into the pantry...

When was it? The first time I saw a cake. Not the kind that you would see in supermarkets, or the convenience stores by the school. These cakes were special. handcrafted, commissioned, made uniquely for their specific order. They were always beautiful and awesome. However, it wasn’t the product that caught my attention, but the one making them that intrigued me the most...

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