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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The Relationship You Agreed To
Sometimes I find this place gets used as a diary more than an actual place for my short stories. A place to share a bit of myself, because maybe it will help teach people out there to be better. To do better. Because things are going to be hard when you’re in relationships.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Families
What the Movies Don't Say About Adults
Helplessly facing adulthood. That's what it feels like. I'm an adult, I say. I should be able to handle this. All the job interviews, the impending driving tests, the search for a house. The money distress, the lack of support system, the loss (but not death) of all the family I've known.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Geeks
A Cat Called Psychology
My dad was the first to give in. I wouldn't call him a softy, but he certainly knew that the whole family wanted a cat. Thing was, the little black cat who'd been turning up in our yard wasn't - how to put it - strictly legal. By two standards, he wasn't supposed to be there: by our landlord's and by our mother's. We weren't supposed to have pets, and my mother was very, very allergic.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Petlife
Secret Books and Greedy Fingers
The dust clung to Theodore Dee's hand. He looked with confusion over the room, but it was hard to work out what was in it just yet. It had been closed up, hidden on his parent's wing of the house. He slowly stepped into the room, letting his hand run over another shelf. It came away with even more dust on it than it had before. He turned around, trying to discover the source of a faint light toward the back of the room. There was just enough from the doorway and somewhere else that he could work out the contents of the room. By the look of it, there weren't any windows in the room. It took him poking into a corner before Theodore noticed that a bookshelf was covering one of the windows he'd assumed weren't there. On the bookshelf were books, tons and tons of books. Thanks to his movement, there were now dust moats drifting through the air, causing him to sneeze briefly.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Fiction
