

The Gift, Pt. 1
I stared at the pitiful bale of flowers laying on the doorstep. Water had dripped from the contorted icicles that clung to the eaves,...


Сто миллионов cлез/A Hundred Million Tears (Russian Creative Writing with English trans.)
Сто миллионов Слез Наш мир – Очень грустное место. Каждый день, бесчисленные трагедии происходят во всем мире. Это потому что мы живем в...


What We See in a Mirror Dimly
This is a drawing that I'm abandoning because I don't know how to finish it, but not just because of areas that look wonky (although this...


Meteorite Miracle
It's just a silly thing made of plastic, but this is something that means a great deal to me. When I was a child, my mom used to take my...
An Unforgettable Christmas (S.A. Warning)
Sexual assault leaves bruises on your soul. It's worse than being cheated on, lied to, or even just being hurt physically, all of which...


A God-Shaped Hole
My easel was rescued from the dumpster. I always wonder how it ended up there, since it was clearly loved by someone very much once. My...


The Etude
I’m not really much of a phone talker. Of course, I get butterflies whenever my boyfriend calls, and I don’t mind talking to close...


Dorm life and Ballpoint Pens
So it's been a while... The internet on the boat was spotty at best, and I didn't bring my laptop, plus I was paranoid about mobile data...


One Week Down
Today marks the end of my first week in Saratov. So much has happened, and now I wish that I had been more energetic throughout the week...


Hail/God is the Greatest Artist
Weather is interesting in Wyoming. It's very dry here, and the summers typically bring thundershowers and a handful of horrendous storms,...