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A Canadian fiction writer/aspiring author/media journalist trying to make her mark in the literary world and lives vicariously through her OC Asanashia Renoir.
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Erin turned to face the artist, grateful that while it's good to feel nostalgic about the past, it's good to focus on the present. #fiction #story #writing

I said I wouldn't let history repeat itself, but it did. #writing #fiction #story

"Note to Self," she muttered. "Never forget the charging cable ever again." #fiction #writing #story

Sometimes, some things are worth waiting for. Even if it's belated. #writing #fiction #story

She learned that sometimes, it's better to leave the shadows undiscovered, for they can hold nightmares that are all too eager to step into the light. #fiction #story #writing

Every preference is unique, to suit one's musical tastes. #poetry #writing

Compromise is key, not imposing one's dream ideals. #poetry #writing

If you had the chance, would you choose to be a regular employee or a freelancer? #writing #fiction #story

Robyn has always been a good judge of character. It's part of what makes her a good detective. Though there are moments where she would be thrown for a loop. #fiction #story #writing

The thought of never seeing her again would kill me twice. #writing #fiction #story

Finally updated my Bones fanfic "When Seeley Met Temperance"! The new chapter is split into two parts. bit.ly/3FEU5yg (part 1) and bit.ly/458zAVc (part 2). A final chapter will be written soon to bring the story to a close. Until then, happy reading! #writing #fanfiction #Bones #WhenHarryMetSally

Innovation is essential, but respect for the natural order is even more vital. #fiction #story #writing

Mothering was about nurturing a soul, cultivating resilience, and embracing the beauty of both the journey and the destination. #writing #fiction #story

Perhaps it's time to curb that flying feeling. #poetry #writing

Loneliness can become a burden, when one's life is eternal. #poetry #writing

He blew up their lives. It was all his fault. #fiction #story #writing

As the workday wrapped up, Sienna promised never to underestimate the weather (or her shoes) again. #writing #fiction #story

It was okay to feel tired sometimes. It was a part of life, a chapter in the story she was still writing. #fiction #writing #story

He had an idea to get her out of it, just one. #fiction #writing #story

Lucas Jayne left, and he's never coming back. #writing #fiction #story

Watching me bleed, wondering if this is the end. #poetry #writing

Sending broken glass every which way, as it releases the pent-up pressure. #poetry #writing

Slowly falling into a dreamless sleep, the Devil silently prayed for her Father to free her from the turmoil that is her mystery migraine. #fiction #writing #story

He could only hope that one day, they would somehow find their way back to each other, because to put duty before love would break him twice. #writing #fiction #story

Leon vowed to embrace all parts of his life—both the light and the dark—and to always seek the balance that allowed him to create art without sacrificing his well-being. #writing #fiction #story

The time has come to take a stand. #fiction #writing #story

She still collects silences, but she understood that true strength wasn't in how much she could bottle up, but in how much she dared to let go. #fiction #writing #story

The air is filled with a sweet aroma, as the heart takes flight in the lunar glow. #poetry #writing

The 118 continues mourning Captain Nash while helping people escape a collapsed apartment building after an earthquake struck. Chimney also welcomes a son into the world. My Musings on this week's emotional season finale of #911onABC. #TVReviews

A place where tranquillity resides, giving her peace of mind. #poetry #writing

"I hope that daughter of mine won't be too mad that I called her husband for help instead of her," Suzanne mused as she returned to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. #writing #fiction #story

Columbus smiled widely as he loudly proclaimed that he had discovered the New World, not knowing that India is in the opposite direction. #writing #fiction #story

"Tell me, Mr. Jayne," she said. "Did chasing monsters change you?" Lucas thought for a moment and said, "Yes." #fiction #story #writing

As she came down from her high, only one thought entered her mind: That was close. #smut #fiction #story #writing

Unpopular Opinion: I am not too fond of Stephen Colbert's impression of the Tangerine Tyrant. I understand he's doing it to mock him, and I'm all for it, but the tone of the impression irks me. #justsaying #mytwocents #stephencolbert

Sometimes, walking away was the beginning rather than the end. #writing #fiction #story

Once a Mom, always a Mom. Happy #MothersDay to all the wonderful Moms! #poetry #writing

The 118 still grieves for the loss of their beloved captain. Will Hen step in and lead the team? Also, since when does water turn into fire? My Musings on this week's angst-filled episode of #911onABC. #TVReviews

Wouldn't it be amazing to literally steal a star? #poetry #writing

"Rest easy now, Detective Richardson," Keath whispered as he began to stand. "We got things from here." #writing #fiction #story

The ice-cold fear returned as both girls came to the same conclusion. Their reaction? Let out loud, ear-piercing screams that would wake up the entire dormitory. #fiction #story #writing

Ember chuckled darkly. "You have no choice, my dear Abbie. You will do what I tell you or else!" #writing #fiction #story

They have done it time and time again. However, this time, there is no third option—not anymore. #writing #fiction #story

She had done it; she had not just stood under the spotlight but thrived. #writing #fiction #story

It's the best-kept secret in the Masked Universe. #poetry #writing

The last alarm has sounded. You have completed your duties. Rest easy, Captain Robert Wade Nash. My Musings on this week's emotionally-charged episode of #911onABC #TVReviews

Hearts beating together as one, cocooned by the comfort of their moonlit meeting. #poetry #writing

The past would always be part of her story, but she recognized her strength to move forward with or without Jonathan by her side. #fiction #story #writing

No grave can hold his body down. He'll crawl home to me. #911onABC #fiction #story #writing