Fly Free (6/6 Excerpt from Beyond the Cover)

If you're just tuning in now, here are the previous excerpts from Beyond the Cover, for your enjoyment: Beyond the Cover IntroductionPast (1/6) - optionalNuts for Coco (2/6)Present (3/6) - optionalEscape (4/6)Future (5/6) - optional I thought my parents understood that I wasn’t ready. I was about to be wed with a complete stranger.  It was not... Continue Reading →

Future (5/6 Excerpt from Beyond the Cover)

If you haven't done so already, please read the following links: Beyond the Cover Introduction Past (1/6) - optional Nuts for Coco (2/6) Present (3/6) - optional Escape (4/6) I don’t know where I’m heading. It’s the future. How can I tell? The world is filled with possibilities. 我真不知道。I really don’t know. I struggle with my future.... Continue Reading →

Escape (4/6 Excerpt from Beyond the Cover)

In case you missed the following links:  Beyond the Cover IntroductionPast (1/6) - optionalNuts for Coco (2/6)Present (3/6) - optional No SleepoversNo Play datesNo PlaysNo TVNo GamesNo musical instrument other than the violin or piano No, No, No.  Rule after rule after rule.  I’m fed up with it.  It’s my senior year in high school and I... Continue Reading →

Present (3/6 Excerpt from Beyond the Cover)

Beyond the Cover IntroductionPast (1/6) - optionalNuts for Coco (2/6) February 2011 I realized something today.  Something very important about my life. I’m living.  But I’m not really alive.  I seem happy.  People see me smiling, laughing, and making jokes.  But can’t you see?  It’s a mask.  I am not okay.  I’m floating in and out... Continue Reading →

Introducing Beyond the Cover

Over the next few weekends, I’m going to be publishing excerpts from one of my past works called Beyond the Cover.  This was first created in 2011 for my Modern Chinese Writers course as my final project; inspired by books, articles, and short stories we read in class.  A few of which are: the book... Continue Reading →

Story Time: About a Girl, Part 3

PART ONE & PART TWO why me.......... why me? Sitting in my room with the door closed.  Staring down at a piece of paper with questions and blank spaces and a mechanical pencil at hand.  Looking through the book for answers. I hate this.  The pain increases by the minute.  why must I suffer?  Sharpness... Continue Reading →

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