“We Met Ten Years Ago”: soulmate AU, anxious teens // StayHomeWriMo Day 16

Hey, loves!

Here’s Day 16 of this challenge, and it’s going pretty great in my opinion ;). I like this story and I got it off of a Pinterest prompt haha.


Prompt: Soulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with a pen, marker, or anything, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin too.

It was a fine Friday afternoon when the first drawing appeared.

I was eleven and clueless- I had just got home from school and was sitting on the couch, sipping at apple juice when I looked down at my hands and suddenly saw a doodle- a small flower on the back of my right hand. It wasn’t there the next morning.

I was definitely excited, but I knew it would have happened eventually. Whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.

The next drawing appeared only a few weeks later. It was a note, reminding the person that soccer practice was at 5 PM on Saturday. When I looked at it the next evening, I could see that it was in the process of being washed away.

I wrote on my hand sometimes, doodling a smiley face when I was in school and bored, or scribbling on my hand with a marker.

But the first time my soulmate actually drew beautiful art, I was fourteen. I was in my best friend Meria’s birthday party and elegant flower petals appeared on my right arm. They winded up my arm intertwined with vines, and Meria was mad at me for weeks afterward because it took all the focus off of her. Our relationship never really survived that incident.

The art kept appearing. At first, it was exciting, a mystery- I tried writing messages on my hand to my soulmate but they never answered it. It was all just part of the game, right? But then I started to tire of the constant drawings across my arm. Then came the phase where I mused whether my soulmate was okay, if art was their coping mechanism and instantly felt guilty for my annoyance earlier. That soon led to an obsession with my soulmate. Who were they? We were supposed to fall in love. It felt like a betrayal, my thoughts an accusation.

I was seventeen when the most important event of my life happened.

I sat in a cafe with my friends Monty and Desiree, pretending to be texting my mom while sipping my latte so I could ignore their conversation. In reality, I was watching my leg as the colorful art was inked, bright orange toucans perched on purple trees in a pink rainforest with a yellow sky. I stared at it. It looked like a flower in bloom.

“Are you listening, Angel?” Monty asked in his posh British accent. If he wasn’t gay, I didn’t have a soulmate, and we weren’t just friends, I would have fallen for him just for that accent.

“Uh- what?” I mumbled, looking up. “I’m just texting my mom about…” I trailed off.

Monty raised his eyebrow. Destiny laughed a little.

“Classic Angel,” Desiree joked. Both of them were my closest friends ever, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell them what was going on.

“Oh, look- my mom’s calling!” I said quickly, picking up my phone and shoving it to my ear. “Mom?”

Monty didn’t look like he was buying it but I tried to ignore him.

“Hello, mom. Yes, I’m at the cafe with Monty and Desiree.” I left a gap so it was believable. “No, no, I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need a ride.” I paused again. “Oh, no! That’s- that’s horrible! Is he okay?”

Monty and Desiree glanced at me worriedly.

“I need to go,” I whispered at them.

Desiree nodded at me anxiously. “I hope everything’s alright! Stay safe, Angel!”

I waved at them and quickly rushed outside of the cafe, taking my school backpack with me. As soon as I got outside, I sat down on a bench and put down my phone. I looked at my leg again. The art had doubled in size, covering my entire right leg by now. I knew their last name was Fosse and figured out that my soulmate was left-handed, but that really was it. I didn’t even know if they were a girl or a boy.

All I knew was that today was the day that I would meet my soulmate.

The previous day, my soulmate had written an address on their hand- an address opposite of this particular cafe. I was so excited to have the chance to meet them, and I even wrote back a note: ‘xox -Angel, your soulmate’, which would have made no sense to them. They probably didn’t know that I was trying to meet them.

So here I was, walking on the street outside of my cafe, ready to meet my soulmate. I leaned on the window of a boutique- a craft supply store. It seemed perfect for my soulmate, knowing what I knew about them.

As I stood there, I absentmindedly started braiding my thick red hair and watched the passerby. I got to the end of the braid and looked down to tie my hair when I suddenly felt watched.

I looked up and my gaze was held by a young woman who looked around my age. She had light brown skin and frizzy curls and looked to be of mixed race. Her miniskirt revealed drawings up and down her leg that matched mine exactly.

She was my soulmate.

The girl took a few steps towards me and held my stare.

“You must be Angel. I’m Nyomi Fosse, your soulmate.”

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“And that,” I said lovingly, glancing at Nyomi, “is how we met ten years ago. It was the best day of my life and every day since has been equally amazing!”

Nyomi beamed at me in her beautiful white dress.

The priest smiled along with the rest of the crowd.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

So I leaned in and at that moment when our lips touched, my soulmate and I were wives.


“Dear Aled, From February”: fanfiction of Radio Silence, a letter // StayHomeWriMo Day 15

Hey, lovelies!

I’ve actually got a piece of fanfiction here for you (bold, I know). I just finished Radio Silence by Alice Odeman- absolutely stunning book- and I wrote the letter from Carys to Aled that Aled never read because their mother intercepted it. If you’ve read Radio Silence, you’ll know 🙂

And if you’ve listened to the audiobook, read this letter in the voice of Aysha Kala. She did a phenomenal job narrating it. If not, just read it in a British accent. It’s so much better 😉

Dear Aled,

Oh, I miss you. I miss you too much.

It feels like I’m drowning in an ocean of guilt and I can’t do anything anymore without thinking about you. Yet somehow when I’m not feeling broken, it’s like I’ve never been more alive in my life. 

I’m happy now. I miss you, and I miss home, in a way. But really, I’m happy. I’m better than ever and I don’t miss mum a single bit. 

It’s kind of weird though, being someone else. I used to be Carys. But Carys Last is gone now, and February has taken her place. It’s a stupid thing to think about all the time, but I hope you’re well. I hope Daniel and Universe City are well, too. 

If you must know, I don’t hate you. I did, because mum hated me but never you. You were the golden child. But now I just miss you. Even our stupid parts, even when mum was in a bad mood. It was never your fault, really. I can see now that it was all mum. She’s the demon. At least she won’t treat you like shit like she did with me, though.

Anyways, I’m okay. I’ve made friends. I stayed at Nan and Granddad’s place. It really was nice, to be away from mum and everything. You know.

But I left, last month. They’re not my parents, I can’t stay there forever. Even if I wanted to. And I started teaching. Teaching in London, teaching theatre. There’s Remy and Daisy from the National Theatre Organization and I might be falling for someone too. The name’s Taylor if you wanted to know. 

Have you made any new friends? Do you love anyone? How is school? How is the podcast?

How are you, Aled?

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry that you’re alone with mum. I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner. I didn’t know what to do or what to say but I’ll try my best to explain.

I couldn’t have stayed one more week in that hellhole. Mum hated me with a fire, and I needed to get out of there. So I left, suddenly. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but I did my best, Aled.

I hope you forgive me. It would be nice to talk to you again after these long months. Maybe everything’s changed between us, maybe it’s all the same, like I never left.

Fine, that’s wishful thinking. I know that I must have hurt you. But I hope we can move on from that.

You should know, though, that I have a new life. And I don’t want to leave it. I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I’m sure I can still see you without having to give up my new life.

I’m February now, not Carys. But we’re still twins, forever.

Lots of love,

February xx


If you’ve read Radio Silence, tell me what you think!

What did you think of this letter? Was it true to the characters? Have you read Radio Silence? Did you read this in the accent of Aysha Kala or just a general British accent?

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“Fairy Queen”: magical, modern, mayhem // StayHomeWriMo Day 14

Hey, y’all!

I know I didn’t post yesterday but here’s today’s short story; not my best work but I’ve never been the best at fantasy (even though it’s the easiest to plot… why?!). I hope you like it!

Also, thank you so much for 300 followers, guys!

Prompt: Being new in town, you decided to introduce yourself to the neighbors. When you knock on the door, you are greeted by a small army of fairies who take you captive.

“Hello, is anyone here?”

Cecily knocked on the door using the elaborate golden knocker. Surely someone had to be there- it was mid-afternoon on a Friday during summer. Plus, the windows were open.

“Hello?” she asked again before sighing and turning away. Cecily had been hoping to meet her neighbors today; she’d even brought banana bread that she had actually baked herself. Moving to a completely new state would have been more tolerable if Cecily had neighbors whom she could count on.

Just as she was turning, the door was pulled open and Cecily whirled back around- only to be met with a gust of wind that pulled her inside. Continue reading ““Fairy Queen”: magical, modern, mayhem // StayHomeWriMo Day 14″

“Therapy”: millennials and contemporary novels // StayHomeWriMo Day 12

Hey y’all!

How are you doing? It’s been a hot minute since I’ve checked in with you guys, it’s all writing nowadays. Coronavirus has been crazy on my end but we’re still stuck at home lol.

Anyways, on with the post! This was kind of inspired by Jake Peralta’s aversion of therapy in Brooklyn Nine-Nine (GREAT show, totally recommend!).


“I really think you should reevaluate your stance on romantic relationships, Ms. Young. One bad experience shouldn’t shape your entire life.”

I let out an annoyed breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The stupid therapist that my best friend forced me to see was being way too intrusive.

“I told you, I just am not interested in being in a relationship! The end, there’s nothing else.” I told him.

He pushed his glasses up his nose. “Sure, if you say so.”

I hated how passive-aggressive therapists could be.

“I’d like to talk about another issue you wanted to talk about- your status as a ‘workaholic’?” he asked politely. God, I hated him so much, even if it was my friend Olivia who had written down all those things on the email she sent to the therapist’s office.

“Okay, Dan-” I had to quickly check the label on his desk, “Okay, Daniel Peretti, I appreciate it.” I accentuated the ‘appreciate’ so he would be able to tell how appreciative I was of his useless therapy. “But there’s really nothing to talk about, so I think we’re done here.” Continue reading ““Therapy”: millennials and contemporary novels // StayHomeWriMo Day 12″

“Kore Pt. 2”: mythology, romance, and angst // StayHomeWriMo Day 11

Hey, everyone!

I know that Kore was a pretty popular short story that a lot of people wanted to see a sequel for, so here it is! Kore was about Persephone, the Greek goddess, in case you missed it 😉 you should go click the link I embedded above to read it before this story! This one is the taking of Persephone, so we get to meet Hades!





Everything was a blur, including her memory. The last thing she remembered was lounging in a straw field with Attica and Icaria. They stepped away for a moment and suddenly everything went black and… that was it. That was all she remembered.

Persephone’s eyes shot open as she tried to struggle out of what seemed like a bed. As she propped herself on her elbows, she took a look around the room.

It was luscious, with stark white walls and flowers adorning the room, yellow and pink and blue and purple everywhere. There were soft furs hanging off a rack and the bed she laid on was plump and firm with goose-feather pillows. Yet there was something off about the room- as if someone turned up the saturation too high or put the temperature much too low.

Where was she?

And then the door opened. Continue reading ““Kore Pt. 2”: mythology, romance, and angst // StayHomeWriMo Day 11″

“Spirits and Farmers Markets”: genre mash, adorable romance, and more // StayHomeWriMo Day 10

Hey, loves!

I didn’t post yesterday because I didn’t really feel like it (broke my 8-day streak though, >:o) but here I am today!

Disclaimer: weird genre mash, but I really like it 😉


Orion let out a shivering breath, fingers curling into his palm. The courtyard was cold, chilly, midnight black and silvery.

He was here on a mission.

Orion was here to steal a fortune from the richest man in Faramonde.

He slunk past the gargoyles staring him down, creeping around the gurgling fountain, feet padding silently over the cobblestones.

Orion ran a lanky hand through his silver curls that spilled down onto his face, covering his dark, dark eyes before he pushed himself up against the brick wall, jogging to meet a young woman, short as a twelve-year-old but the mastermind of this whole plan.

“Hurry up, Orion,” she said, annoyed. Her voice was lilting but strong, sweet but coarse. Behind her mask hiding the bottom of her face, Orion could see skin like coffee beans and curls the color of honey. He knew her, he thought he did… But he didn’t know anything about her, really.

Orion knew that her name was Shana, and he knew that she was young like him. Maybe younger, though he doubted it from her voice.

“Yeah, coming.”

The pair slunk around the grounds, reaching a window.

“You’re on guard duty. You’re too tall and lanky to do the actual robbery,” Shana said coolly. “Stay here and watch for anything suspicious. Whistle if you’re in trouble.”

Orion huffed but didn’t protest. Shana’s elite crew: herself, Callum the Seer, and Athene the pickpocket were perfect for this job.

Orion stood guard for several long, agonizing minutes. His heart thumped against his chest as he surveyed the dark courtyard, its only light being the full moon. If this mission went wrong, he’d be arrested and his brother, Otis, would have no future.

It couldn’t go wrong. Everything depended on it.

Continue reading ““Spirits and Farmers Markets”: genre mash, adorable romance, and more // StayHomeWriMo Day 10″