Minte Stara
Bio
Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.
Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.
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Lucky Charms for Rent
Our story starts on a day like any other. Only I'm buying Lucky Charms to pay for my rent in Germany. Come June 25th, I wont be in the United States anymore. From the beginning, I wanted to document what my travels would look like. The sprawling nature of what it would take to study abroad escaped me.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Wander
The 'Evilest Wizard' is a Better Minion
If anyone recognizes the name John Dee, it's likely for one of two reasons. Either they read the Secrets of the Immortal Nicolas Flamel by Michael Scott or they've played a video game with an evil wizard/necromancer/alchemist. There is rarely a middle ground. (Middle ground could potentially include another book or maybe even a movie, but those are unicorns and I refuse to believe those people exists.)
By Minte Stara4 years ago in FYI
In the Defense of Walking Simulators
You're potentially familiar with the genre of games named 'Walking Simulators.' If you're not, then it may be slightly tricky to define them. The more basic definition is that they are a genre of game that does what it says on the tin. You can walk around in some virtual setting and that's it. Some expansions might have some form of quest or otherwise, but the basic form is that you are walking and that you are playing a simulation.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Gamers
Girl-in-White
Once, far away and long ago, there was a little family, who lived just beyond the dark pine forest, and it included only a mother, dressed all in red, and a pretty little daughter of no-more than twelve, dressed all in white. They lived in a little cottage, with only room enough for two. The mother-in-red wanted no more children, but she had grown an apple tree in the garden in the front of the house, which held apples only she would pick.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Fiction
The Silver City // The Universe Ends // The Lake
The Silver City There are very little for me to think about in the age of silver. It brings me little joy to see the city alight with the metal, shining from all of the buildings and windows. I can only just remember an age when the streets I walked was not lined with the hues of our state’s colors. Before, I must have been five, when I remember the vague ideas of home and comfort. There was a glow to streetlights along the stone street.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Fiction
To My Father Who Isn't Dead
To my father who isn’t dead, Because I feel like you are. I have completely lost you. We have nothing in common any longer. I am faced each day with your touch on my shoulder. And I want to shy away. I want to yell at you to not touch me. That you aren’t my father any more.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Families
