Tayla Stanford
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If Cake Could Talk
Do you know that feeling you get that is inexplicably perfect? It happens when the day is warm, the aroma of the wind surrounds you, you feel good throughout your whole body, and life just seems to make sense. Ah, yes, that feeling, I am now the perfect temperature for the display fridge. It is my time to shine!
By Tayla Stanford4 years ago in Fiction
Ground-Hog Day
I'm confident. I mean I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm ‘Confident, confident' but I have confidence. Enough confidence, I mean, to know who I am and stand up for that. Well, that is to say, that I am not closed off to changing. We all grow and certain aspects of ourselves make adjustments, while other parts compensate for them... but that's not the point. I am confident, I mean I have flaws, like anyone else. I see what is wrong with me, well, not wrong per se, but not right either. The point is, I know what's up. I know what others have, I know what they don't have, and I am not ignorant to my position in all this. So yeah, I'd confidently say, that I am confident.
By Tayla Stanford5 years ago in Fiction
Aya
Power is an illusion, a form of currency necessarily developed to create order among people. It's instinctive. Originally, it was food and shelter. Then it evolved into goods and services. Eventually, it developed into money and that was a hit for a long time. Now, money is a memory, a cherished memory and we rely on those memories to keep us sane. In a world created by man after the world created by God was deconstructed, tangible memories retain that power. International Humanitarian Law was a good theory, and all were willing to abide until they weren't anymore. Life changed so quickly that no one knew what to do.
By Tayla Stanford5 years ago in Fiction
