Adair Sigurdson
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Adair is currently working on the Manifestation Diaries, a fictional short story series with more poetry to come. Stay tuned!
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Manifestation Diaries : Ulterior Motives
Winter of my 15th year and my suffering was just beginning. I was always aiming to please because feeling rejection was too hard to stomach. An older man by a couple years was the first one I gave myself to. It was terrible and immediately I knew he was never going to call me ever again. That choice resulted in horrible bullying, started by who I thought was a dear friend. She went so far as to hack my social media and then change the passwords after. Her name? Let’s call her E-. Immediately I felt I had to please her. She thought she had the upper hand because I came to her, but like I stated before, I hold the cards. Advised by mutual friends to correct her behavior and apologize to me, she heeded the advice and things returned back. I knew she thought that by being in my good graces again, she would hear more to gossip about me as I would put my confidence in her again. E- couldn’t have been more wrong.
By Adair Sigurdson4 years ago in Fiction
Manifestation Diaries : The Beginning
When I was a child of about 8, I began experiencing the ability of manifestation. At the time I did not even know what it was called let alone how powerful it would become. I would be used as a party trick by my older sister when it suited her and her friend's needs. If I was unable to satiate them, I was shunned from our shared bedroom. She treated me like crap and still does, yet I remember this one moment in adolescence when I was at camp during the summer and it was our last night. There was to be a customary dance party and we would have it outside in the courtyard on the camp grounds. While waiting outside to get in the walls, I kid you not I saw my first and only (so far) shooting star. They say make a wish, so I did. I wished to be like my big sister, beautiful and popular, and to have the world and everyone in it love me. What was I thinking?
By Adair Sigurdson4 years ago in Fiction
