E. J. Strange
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I am new to the writing community but hope to publish a novel one day. I am simple minded and sucker for romance.
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The Devil and The Debutant
Jane stared longingly at the decadent chocolate cake perfectly decorated with intricate patterns of corded piping. Her stomach, to her embarrassment, roared out its want to devore more than the tiny sliver passed down to her. She looked down at her morsal hoping no one had heard and waited for everyone to have a piece before she could take her first bite.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Eater
The full moon cast a blue glow that shone through my blinds and left a horizontal pattern imprinted on my carpet. Little flecks of dust stirred up by the air conditioning glinted as they passed by the cracks of light. The display was peaceful and memorizing in their simple way. It was hard to think of the dust being a dirty particulate when they danced in the light like that.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Horror
The Devil and The Debutant
Prolog: They weren’t really understanding her. She hated being yelled at especially when she hadn’t meant to do anything wrong; especially since she had asked for help; especially since she had no idea how to fix it so that her mother would stop. She couldn’t articulate any of this and felt cowed by the senses her mother was stirring up. She felt muddled like maybe she was wrong, but deep down she knew this beratement was the truly wrong thing. She just couldn’t figure out how to say it, though, so the little girl screamed, “You’re stupid!!!! I hate you!!!!”
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and The Debutant
William John Cavendish-Scott-Bentinck, 5th Duke of Portland, or as his “friends” liked to call him Lord John, was in the midst of one of his fits. A flash, a crash, and a glint of fire had sent him far from where he stood. It was not real and yet he was stuck; lost in a remembered world he must fight his way out of.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
Sleazy Car Salesgirl
Despite what you might think I don’t like ripping people off. I loathe unhappy customers, they just become thorns in my side. I also don’t like boring people with tons of facts and numbers. You need to know, though, now is not a good time to buy cars, so if you don’t need a car don’t come to the dealership.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Wheel
A Terrible Time For New Beginnings
If anyone alive had been around to observe the passage of time, you would learn it was exactly midnight on a Monday in the year 4783 A.D. when a former U.S.A cloning faculty’s main generator failed, and the clones in it began waking up early. Any dieter could tell you Monday is a terrible day of new beginnings, not to mention midnight, an hour of unwarranted things, but humans had long vacated earth some 120 plus years ago, so no one was around to explain all this to the struggling clones. One clone in particular could have benefited from this news. New to life, this clone sucked in the air she instinctively craved only to find herself drowning on the amniotic fluid she was suspended in. Panicked she pressed her hands on the glass she could not see out of and then beat on it when it did not give way to her touch. She was dying; although she did not understand the concept of death, she possessed an innate understand of the discomfort it brought on. She loathed the feeling and writhed to rid herself of it.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
Tough Love
“She is faking sleep. She does this all the time,” I hear my mother say to my stepdad at the time. Admittedly, I had been reading by the dull glow of my nightlight a few moments before I had heard their creeping. I had thrown the contraband book under my bed behind the strategic clutter and dove under my covers. I willed my breath to be even and steady and tried with all my might not to crack my lids as listened to their tactical approach.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Confessions
Masquerades
“Hi! How can I help you?” I ask, bracing myself to mirror the person in front of me in order to react with whatever is needed. I slip into a mask and reflect what I believe is desired. I wear so many different masks every day: I am a lion, asserting and defending. I am a doe, capitulating and caring. I am an owl, wise and leery. I am a fox, sly and conniving. I am a monkey, silly and carefree. Yes, I am, I am, I am... but I am never me.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Motivation
Trash Art
Reusable period panties, remembering our reusable bags at the grocery store, shutting off water between soaping and rinsing, keeping unnecessary lights off, wearing pants a few extra times before washes, buying sustainable products, walking the extra few steps to the recycling, unplugging electronics in disuse, swapping out for energy saving appliances, and on and on and on. There are many ways to slash our carbon footprint. Some methods fulfilling while others can feel downright nerve wracking especially here in the U.S. where recycling and consumption reduction is not a social precedent. It can even be disheartening when you have gone that extra mile and news still tells you it's not enough. We are still burying ourselves in trash and suffocating ourselves in carbon. Hope and change always start on the smallest of levels, though. It starts with the individual and spreads like an idea until it becomes a movement. So how do we turn a ripple into a wave? I think the simple answer is Trash Art.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Earth
If You Liked Fruits Basket Then You Will Love Kamisama Kiss
I feel like every anime and manga buff I talk to knows of or has emersed themselves in the sweet slice-of-life known as Fruits Basket. It is an adorable animation that pulls at your heartstrings. The show seemingly wears its own mask of sickly sweetness. A façade that they address beautifully as they zoom into the ugly undertones of life. This show is every bit far fetched, but these revealing moments humanize the characters and makes them relatable to the audience. When the audience is finished, emptiness and longing for more settles heavily upon them.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Futurism
