UniformPrism The Author
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Hi! My name is Cass. I'm a forty-something, neuro-divergent, caffeine addicted veteran masquerading as a functioning adult. I have been putting off writing my book for awhile and am now pushing myself to get it done.
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Finding Freedom
Raina had always felt like they were stuck in a rut. Growing up in a small town in the midwest, they never quite felt like they fit in. They weren't like the other girls who wore dresses and played with dolls, but they also didn't feel like a boy. As they got older, they discovered the term non-binary and everything started to make sense.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
Magic in the Sky.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight to behold, as if the heavens themselves were performing a waltz for those fortunate enough to witness it. But for Marisol, it was more than just a beautiful spectacle. It was a reminder of the magic that existed in the world.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
Not A Love Story
This is not a love story. This is not a story where the couple walks hand in hand into the sunset together at the end. This is not a story of how someone rode in on a white horse and saved the damsel from some great evil. Where true love wins the day and all live happily ever after.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
Ember's Escape: A Journey to Heal the World
The summer heat was suffocating, and the air thick with humidity. It was the kind of weather that made you feel like you were drowning in the very air you were breathing. But for Ember, coming to the end of their teenage years, the heat was the least of their worries.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
Ex-Princess Pillagers
For as long as she could remember, the Princess had been waiting for her prince. As a young girl, she had imagined him to be tall, handsome, and brave, riding in on his white horse to rescue her from the tower in which she had been imprisoned.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
The Man and the Stone
The young man trudged through the dense forest, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. It was spring, but there was no sign of new growth or blooming flowers in this dystopian world. The skies were always gray, the air was heavy with pollution, and the trees looked sickly and bare.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
Reset
It would never have crossed her mind that this would be the step that would make her cry. There had been many steps that had been completed. She had braved finding a new home. Made her way through the packing and the moving. She had settled in and spent more than a couple nights in the new place by herself.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Fiction
The Ramblings of a Wanna-be Writer
I am a writer. Saying those words have been the hardest for me to say in the longest time without adding a qualifier or holding up "air quotes". I have also seen myself as a creative person who could turn that creativity into the words. I have wanted to write and have enjoyed writing for long enough that I cannot articulate a time when I did not. Whether I was good at it is debatable, depending on who you asked but I enjoyed it immensely.
By UniformPrism The Author3 years ago in Journal
Adventures in Learning Spanish
As most a child does when working their way through the school system, I had a pick a second language to learn, if only to get a good enough grade to pass the class. Being from Texas, I chose Spanish as it was, and I suppose still very much is, a handy second language to have in one’s intellectual arsenal.
By UniformPrism The Author4 years ago in Humans
