What is This Website?

This is a website for me to host all my writing and share it with people! I have a lot of different reasons for writing, and different ones for different pieces in fact, but it'd be a whole yap session and a half if I went into that at any depth; having said that, I might anyways, since I am mayhaps a chronic yapper.

My reason for sharing my writing with people is primarily because I think it's cool to know that other people might enjoy my writing for their own reasons. I, personally, love a lot of my writing. (It's survivorship bias.)

To give a rough overview though, a lot of my writing deals with themes relating to my personal experiences such as being trans, struggling with suicidal ideation (which is something that's pretty firmly in my past now, but has shaped me as a person significantly), living in my own head for a lot of my life, and being extremely passionate about truth (through math, the sciences, philosophy, etc.)

Some of my writing that I especially love, which I'd like to share with you first if you're interested in reading some of my writing, would be: Utopia With Us if you're looking for something shorter, A Memory Not For You if you're looking for a medium length story (~6k words), or The Three Geniuses if you're looking for something a little longer. That last one is still a work in progress though. But of course, you can feel free to start wherever you'd like! (Though, you should probably check out the content warnings first.)

Hope you enjoy!

(Important note which I'm putting at the end because it's temporary—at least hopefully—this website is a massive WIP. As such, there's plenty of links that don't work, or pages that are incomplete.)

Spotlighted work of the month: A Memory Not For You

Kidnapped. I’d been kidnapped, by a... a... spirit, apparently. That’s what she called herself at any rate. Well, she called herself Ada, too. I had no memories, either. I couldn’t recall a thing before a few weeks ago, but she’d told me that she had kidnapped me. She’d told me that she didn’t want to lie to me.

I was a... human. A human girl. Named Helene, according to Ada. I didn’t know what either of those words meant, human or girl, when I thought about it. None of my words, really. I could speak them, but if I really thought about it, there was no further meaning. A human was what I was, and that was a thing different from a spirit in some way. A girl was what I was, and was that different from Ada? I would have to ask when she came back.

She was somewhere else right now. She went somewhere far away, every now and then; where I came from, perhaps. Where she kidnapped me from. I sat and waited.

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