angela hepworth
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Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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So, Like, What Shows Do You Watch?
I’ve been writing on Vocal for a year now, and my favorite thing about the platform is the freedom it grants you as a writer: you can write about pretty much anything you want. And sure, some more obscure or unpopular things will get less traction, but the point still stands: Vocal is a place where you are free to write about whatever interests you, and therefore about whatever makes you you.
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Writers
One Year On Vocal! ♥️♥️♥️
I’ve officially been writing on Vocal for a year—woo! Time flies when you’re having fun! I want to thank all of my fellow creators and readers. I’ve been so lucky and blessed to come across such talent and inspiration here. Writing is hard, but it’s so very worth it, and you all constantly remind me of that fact.
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Writers
Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
This is the first book I’ve had to drop in years. For starters: I don’t think Fourth Wing is utter trash. I understand the attraction to the tropes it has, and I understand the market. It’s not like it’s downright irredeemably bad, but it’s just so, so not for me, and I’ve had to accept that.
By angela hepworth10 months ago in BookClub
fear; make it known
it is easy to wonder why we are taught to swallow our words, complaints and worries dissolving on our tongues like salt; only sugar can leave our mouths, even as it only falls out in sickening, sopping clumps; confidence is treachery, succumbing is natural, normal, a peaceful, simple order, a bended knee to the knees on our necks, crushing us as we apologize for not dying any faster; what world is this, that lying in certain, pretty swirls, in delicate, thin-scrawled fonts, is rewarded while honesty and courage is continually stomped down on like a bug, a disgusting, insignificant, lower thing, something that makes us weak; what if appeasing the ones who ruin us is not a strength, but a world of pain we all submit to without a second thought; what if that thought alone ruins us?
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Poets
