Scribblings
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Immature Compassion in “The Idiot”
While studying “Christian Doctrine and the Arts” through the University of St. Andrew’s, I had the opportunity to read and write on Dostoevsky’s The Idiot, which was immensely fascinating. Once you get the hang of Russian novels (where everyone has ten different names and overly-intricate backstories), they prove to be incredibly satisfying studies! My essay… Continue reading
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“The One”: A Short Scene
People still meet the old-fashioned way. It was a startling realization, but sweet. Elliot-Anne smiled back at the boy across the café. She thought maybe he had been smiling at her earlier, but their masks had made it difficult to tell for certain. Now, though, seated many feet away, their mouths confirmed what their eyes… Continue reading
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“The Whole Earth is Our Hospital”
Earlier this summer, a short personal essay of mine was published by Critical Read, a non-profit publisher committed to artistry and literacy. I highly recommend exploring the site and am including a link to my own essay below: Although I wrote this reflection shortly after returning home from Scotland in the spring, it remains relevant.… Continue reading
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Honey Oat Latte, Hot
Recently, a small vignette of mine was selected to be shared by CaféLit, a site that pairs stories with beverages. As such, I am not going to share this little scribbling here, but will link to the site in case any of you are looking for some coffee-shop reading this lovely October afternoon. This piece… Continue reading
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The Inkwell: A Story for National Coffee day
Is “Coffee Shop Quirky” a legitimate literary genre? If it isn’t, then it ought to be, as that seems to be my niche. In honor of this most revered holiday, National Coffee Day, I would love to share an old short story of mine that celebrates the creative relationship between draughts and drafts, caffeination and… Continue reading
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Royal: A Typewriter Story
I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love typewriters and mean no offense. No cats were harmed in the making of this story. Royal December 23, 2017 It was an impulse buy, totally impractical as demonstrated by the… Continue reading
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Beautiful Lines
As a writer, I spend a great deal of time editing and lamenting over my own work. Admittedly, I probably should spend more time revising papers than text messages, (yay, overthinking!) but in either case I am painfully aware of my weaknesses as a writer. However, sometimes I surprise myself as the ink on my… Continue reading
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Unravel
The irony is that I was unable to write this story for several months due to the demands of the everyday… enjoy! ;) Unravel Not another! she thought, plucking at a thread on her favorite navy blue jumper. It hurt her to pull on it, she was so fond of the old sweater. With… Continue reading
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The Girl in the Red Dress
I am a pianist, but I have long suffered from stage fright. My junior undergraduate piano recital was yesterday and, true to my philosophy that no art is complete without a proper understanding of other art forms, I used literature such as Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner to create program notes to give greater depth… Continue reading
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Three o’Clock in the Morning
Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in blanket-mound bed fears dance ‘fore sore eyes. The moments just lumber- a funeral dirge- While we, seeking slumber, turn, toss on its verge. The stillness is silence as cold as… Continue reading
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Requiem: a short story for a conservatory
Note: any resemblance to real places and people is probably not coincidental. ;) Enjoy! Requiem “Are the rumors true? Are they?” Trent, by far the youngest of the ghosts that inhabited Rowell Hall, rushed through a closed door and into the… Continue reading
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