With all this “free” time now, I finally have a moment to just sit down and write. So here are some ramblings to help me (and maybe some others) through this weird point in time.[…]
Tag: prose
the cruel reality of flowers
what am I? “a flower,” he said. he always treated me like a flower: cherished me, nourished me, loved me? he shaped my petals and leaves until they knew his hands better than my own,[…]
Confrontation
Polished Critical Essay … the role emotional courage plays when an individual deals with separation. The Tragical History Of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Emotional courage is the boldness one has to deal with deep, sensitive[…]
Ophelia–The Deluge (A Character Perspective)
NOTE: Due to aesthetic purposes, and what I personally believe would disrupt the flow of the piece, I have not titled my sections. While each section should still be clear without a title, I have[…]
Of Glass and Sand
The essence of Life is that it stops. Like Sand in an Hour Glass there is a finite amount of Seconds, Breaths, Lungfuls of Air that you as a Body get to take. All grains[…]