A Quick Blog Insider

Hello, I am planning on revamping this blog soon. Smiling picture (seems appropriate, right?), adding contact information, changing the Facebook page a bit, reblogging old posts. You know why? Because I am wondering whether this blog is ever going to earn me some kind of income or fame (tbh that would be nice), and I figure … Continue reading A Quick Blog Insider


A Short Story: Be Happy

  Be Happy I wrote a quick note and posted it by the kitchen light switch. “Be happy.” I rolled my eyes as I imagined friends and loved ones puzzling over that choice of last words for years after I was gone. Was I being sincere, like I was commanding them to be happy now … Continue reading A Short Story: Be Happy

Getting Doodley

(Hey, y'all, I wanted to try this form of blogging. It's probably a one-time thing.) I call myself Maney and I like to write. I'm learning guitar, I love ice cream, and sea otters are my favorite animals. I doodle so much it's not even funny. During school, during church, in my journal, etc. So … Continue reading Getting Doodley

Last Words Before Brutal Death by Hordes of Young Mormon Feminists

Guys. Team. Readers. My stomach's in my throat right now. !!! So. I got accepted to write for this really cool blog called Young Mormon Feminists. And I'm freaking out but no big deal. Hopefully I will be able to eventually get over my anxiety/excitement about this opportunity. But in case I am killed by hordes … Continue reading Last Words Before Brutal Death by Hordes of Young Mormon Feminists

“This Terror”: Happily Never After (Essay on Dracula)

This is the English final that got a five percent deduction for lateness. I didn't include the references because I'm a huge sass, and also because I don't want people copy-pasting this for their own devices. Anyway, it was really fun to write, though by no means is it a perfectly edited and crafted piece. (Seven pages … Continue reading “This Terror”: Happily Never After (Essay on Dracula)

I’m Giving Up This Whole Lie

Team, I am quite bamboozled. Indeed, I am not confused. I am not mixed up. I am not even flummoxed. I am bamboozed. (Prepare yourself for an immature rant.) Question: Why does every boy I am even vaguely interested in seem to enjoy playing with my emotions? I think it is my own fault. I think … Continue reading I’m Giving Up This Whole Lie

The Lampire

The Lampire “Jacob! You just had to invite Michael, didn’t you?” Avery groaned. Her best friend, Cami, said, “Why are you complaining? Michael’s hot.” Avery snorted. “Only if you like tall, dark, and indifferent.” I poked my head out of the kitchen, a tightly sealed jar of salsa in my hands. My hands were sore … Continue reading The Lampire