Writing – Libraime Lifestyle

poem: “beautiful people”

Beautiful person,
sitting on the other side of this screen.
Beautiful person,
reading my poem, hopefully it puts you at ease.

Beautiful people,
here, there, and everywhere.
Beautiful people,
all around me.

Beautiful person,
so strong, so brave, so cool.
Beautiful person,
so strong, so brave, so you.

Beautiful people,
we’re all unique.
Beautiful people,
all with a different speciality.

Beautiful person,
sometimes you feel down.
Beautiful person,
sometimes you want to drown.

Beautiful people,
it’s clear to see.
Beautiful people,
you’re a spectacular being!

Beautiful person,
please know that you are loved.
Beautiful person,
please know that you are adored.

Beautiful people,
don’t let the world get you down.
Beautiful people,
let me wipe away that frown!

Beautiful person,
I know that life is tough.
Beautiful person,
I know that it can be rough.

Beautiful people,
so smart, so kind, so perfect.
Beautiful people,
so smart, so kind, so you.

Beautiful person,
I love you so.
Beautiful person,
more than you know.

Beautiful people,
don’t let them drag you down.
Beautiful people,
you’re a spectacular angel.

Beautiful person,
let it be known,
that you are you,
and that’s the perfect truth!
Don’t let anyone change you!

-Minah H. (yours truly)
requested by TY on my Ko-Fi!

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poem: “snow day”

Snow day,
a perfect time to play,
the fun is underway.

You and I,
nobody can deny,
my love for you is in endless supply.

Watching the snow storm,
cuddled together all nice and warm,
as the realm outside begins to transform.

Sipping at mugs of hot chocolate and tea,
we’ll go on a baking spree,
nobody will disagree with our jubilee.

We can make an igloo,
outside with the crew,
let’s ignore my curfew.

Listening to a merry tune,
snuggling with you in a cozy cocoon,
we can binge-watch our favorite cartoon.

You’re oh so sweet,
our love makes me feel complete,
my heart skips a beat.

Let it snow,
your cheeks are aglow,
and I’ll kiss you under the mistletoe.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
dedicated to the love of my life

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poem: “summertime”

So-cal sunshine
and sweet summer treats,
what a delight,
I’d love to stay here and greet
the beautiful world around me,
so nice and neat.

Basking in the bright summer sun,
a romance novel in one hand
and a glass of pink lemonade in the other,
suntanning the day away.

Summertime fun,
summertime sun.

Chilling by the pool,
with you by my side,
giggling as the water splashes
and the party never crashes.

Enjoying the bright summer blooms,
pink, yellow, green, and blue,
all shapes and sizes,
it’s never too soon.

I want to spend it all with you,
each second, each minute, each hour, each day,
I’ll spend it all by your side.

Summertime fun,
summertime sun,
all with you.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
inspired by “I Love You So Mochi” by Sarah Kuhn!

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poem: “share the pain”

I’m floundering,
I want to help you so,
but I don’t know how
or what to do,
don’t even know what to say to you.

I want to erase all the pain
that burdens your mind
and your heart, my dear.

My goal in life is
to be there for others,
to lift them up,
to make them happy,
to help them through their troubles.

But I don’t know
how to help you.
But I don’t know,
how to lift you up.
But I don’t know,
how to be there for you.

Please tell me how
I can support you, dear,
it kills me so,
to see you this low.

I love you, dear,
more than you know.
I love you, dear,
you’re my own private angel.

But I need to know,
how to help you so.
But I need to know,
how to uplift you so.

Oh my dear,
I’m sorry that you have to hear
all the thoughts swarming in your head,
as you lie alone in your bed.

You can’t fool me,
I know you’re hurting,
You can’t fool me,
I know you’re slowly burning.

Please let me ease the pain.
Please let me see your distress.
Please let me share the pain.
Please let me soften the burden.

Let me in, my dear,
allow me into your world.
Let me in, my dear,
allow me to wipe away the tears.

I love you, oh my darling,
I adore you, oh my love.
I want to help you so,
please let me in, please let me in.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
allow me share your burden

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poem: “snow falling down”

Snow falling down,
melting into the ground,
I admire from across the room,
the wintery beauty outside the window.

How could it not catch my eye?
It’s snowing,
snowing, snowing,
it’s snowing!

I wanna sprint around outside,
the cold flurries splashing against my face,
all bundled up in a warm winter coat.

It’s supposed to get cold tonight,
hopefully it’ll stick!
It’s supposed to get cold tonight,
hopefully school will be canceled!

Snow falling down,
melting into the ground,
I really cannot believe,
that the winter season is already here,
what a wonderful surprise to all, including me!

-Minah H. (yours truly)
What a wonderful wintery joy to see!

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ko-fi writing request 001: “coffee shop love”

Tyler had always had a soft spot for rainy days. Just the idea of them made him giddy, thoughts of cuddles with his girlfriend and warm mugs of hot chocolate. If the weather channel predicted a day full of rain, a grin would blossom on his face, and he would eagerly prepare for the wet weather. But today? Was, unfortunately, not one of those days.

His car had broken down due to unidentified issues, he was forced to get to work by his old bike, he arrived forty-five minutes late, his supervisor got pissed at him, his irritable manager put him of the lonely solitude of dish duty, and as each second passed by, the day kept getting worse and worse. And now, as he was clocking out of work, he noticed that his worn-out yet beloved bicycle had been stolen, the lock lying discarded on the pavement.

At this moment, Tyler was so close to falling apart. Nevertheless, he decided to keep on going strong, as there had to be something good coming soon! But as he reached into his pocket, he realized that he had forgotten his home keys in his other hoodie, all the way back at his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. Rage boiled in the pit of his stomach, but he let a sigh escape his mouth, trying to contemplate where to go instead.

Waiting outside his apartment definitely wouldn’t be fun, as their landlord didn’t approve of Tyler “loitering” outside the apartment building. He raked through his brain, attempting to find somewhere he could go for the time being. He didn’t want to have to wait outside in the grass for his girlfriend to get home, he just knew that she would fuss over him for days afterwards. But that’s when it hit him, he could just go to her place of work! A small smile appeared on his face, and gathering his belongings, he began to make his way towards her job, which was quite a few blocks away.

As he made his way to her job, it started to pour.

“Isn’t that fantastic?” Tyler grumbled, as he started to walk faster, not having an umbrella nor a jacket, nothing to protect him from the rain.

But soon enough, he arrived at her job: a small coffee shop slash bakery nestled inbetween a bank and a thrift store. He grasped the doorknob and opened the pretty purple door, a blast of warm air and the inviting scent of vanilla surrounding him as he stepped inside. A small smile bloomed on his face, feeling a wave of relief shove the rage inhabiting his stomach out.

Looking around the small bakery, his eyes scanned over customers lounging on sofas and sitting in chairs and barstools, but he couldn’t find her. His shoulders slumped, “maybe she had already headed home, left the place to one of her employees?”

Suddenly, out of the blue, the employee-only door leading to the kitchen burst open with a loud bang, slamming into the nearby wall, which was already spotted with dents and holes from the door’s abuse. The loud bang startled him, activating his somewhat anxious nature, but the anxiety mostly melted away as he saw his girlfriend glide out from the kitchens, a big tray stacked with home-baked pastries and clean teacups as well as mugs. Not yet noticing his appearance, she set the tray down on the wooden counter, wiping her slightly wet hands on her messy white apron. Tyler drank in her appearance, disheveled yet still adorable, as he always told her (“you’re so cute!” he would gush to her every minute). From her messy brown hair pulled into twin braids, to her round framed glasses. From her gray skinny jeans to her pastel-purple blouse. From her messy white apron to her cute little loafers.

A huge smile grew on his face as he strode over to her, with her still yet to notice him. As she wiped down at the countertop, Tyler learned over the counter and gave her a kiss on the lips. Startled, she looked up, a nervous look on her face which melted away as she acknowledged his presence.

“Tyler! Aren’t you supposed to be home by now, my love?” She giggled, discarding the rag on the counter and making her way around to his side. He met her halfway, pulling her into an embrace, burying his face into the crook between her neck and her shoulder. He could feel her giggle reverberate through her body, before she gently forced his face up to look at her. Leaning in, she peppered his face with kisses, before resting her forehead against his. “I missed you, love.”

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two sentence horror stories

Greetings & salutations! Happy Hallows’ Eve (or Halloween, if you prefer)! ‘Tis I, Minah, also known as Libraime! Today, I wanted to show you something cool, something called a two sentence horror story!

A two sentence horror story is exactly what it sounds like. A horror story in just 2 sentences! Here are some examples:

I went on a date with my boyfriend yesterday at the park. The thing is, he was cremated 4 years ago.
I have a B minus in my math class. I have a strict mom named Karen.
There is a devil on my shoulder, whispering to me everything I do wrong. Funnily enough, it looks like my dead grandmother.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
I’ve always loved having the power to bring the dead back to life. I especially love standing over their graves and listening to them trying to get out.

They’re a ton of fun! I suggest trying to write a few! And if you’d like, I would love to hear them! Please share them in the comments section!

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poem: “evolving autumn”

Autumn breeze.
My surroundings start to freeze,
you just wouldn’t believe
all the things I’ve seen.

Autumn mist.
I need to sift,
through all of the risk,
before I end up with a fist.

Autumn hue.
Anything else just won’t do,
I want to start anew,
but I owe too much to you.

Autumn thanks.
I want to move up the ranks,
but some around can be fakes,
and thus, my progress tanks.

Autumn heat.
But then you and I meet,
and your smile is such a treat
that my sudden job becomes tough to beat.

Autumn care.
Can you blame me if I stare?
Without company, life is quite bare.
But with you in the picture, things are more than fair.

Autumn fears.
They all disappear,
and I’m suddenly able to steer,
and bid adieu to all my past tears.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
I came up with this on a work shift, and I was trying so hard not to make this a love poem, but… It turned into a love poem.

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poem: “dear love of my life”

Dear love of my life,
you are the light in my eyes
the stars of my galaxy.

My love revolves around you
it is for you
and only you.

The love of my life
is the boy laying in my bed,
looking at memes on his phone.

The love of my life
is the one who takes me out to dinner,
doesn’t mind when I sit beside him.

The love of my life
is the individual whom my universe revolves around
even though when others say
it really, really shouldn’t.

Dear love of my life,
i’m so in love with you,
from the scent of your cologne
to the cute voices you can make.

Dear love of my life,
please never change
you are perfect in all ways
and my love, you are
my sun,
my moon,
my stars,
my universe,
and more.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
yes, i am a cheesy, lovesick teenager & please don’t freak out, i’m mostly exaggerating as exaggeration is very, very fun

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poem: “rushing through”

Rushing,
writing,
back and forth,
again and again.

Rushing,
reading,
up and down,
around and around.

There’s always something new
that I’m scurrying through.
A new hobby here and there,
it can be quite a lot to bear.

So much on my mind,
I keep attempting to find
something bright and bold,
but I’m beginning to fold,
under the pressure and weight.
Is this my fate?

I’m rushing,
writing,
back and forth,
again and again.

I’m rushing,
reading,
up and down,
around and around.

I want to experience a ton,
and yes, it’s quite fun.
I’ll continue to do
and continue to bloom.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
rushing and writing, through and through

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poem: “mother, i’m in love”

Mother,
I’m in love.

And I don’t know what to do,
don’t know what to say.

But I know,
I know,
I want to spend
the rest of my life,
with my love.

Mother,
I’m in love.

I’m sorry for the past,
I’m sorry for what cards I’ve been dealt.

But I can see my fairytale ending,
my happy ending.

It’s so close!
It’s so near!

Mother,
I’m in love.

I will not be a repeat of your marriage,
we will be better,
that sure is a fact.

I know I’m a little crazy,
but I’m crazy for him.

So please don’t try to stop me.

I let the words flow out of me.

I don’t know where all this inspiration comes from!

Oh.
Wait.
No.
Yes.
Maybe?
…
Yes, I know.

I’m inspired by him,
I keep moving forward,
all because of him,
and I know I’m in love.

Mother,
I’m in love.

I’ve been in countless relationships.
And yes, I use that as a joke.
At parties, I’ll playfully laugh
and count on both my hands and all my toes.

But, Mother,
I’m in love.

Why can’t you see?
He’s meant for me.
I’m meant for him.

And I don’t know where this will lead me.
But I don’t care.
Let me be,
a crazy, lovesick teenager,
oh, it’s meant to be.

He could lead me anywhere,
and I would follow.

We’re two of a kind,
we’re both too nice,
too loyal,
too generous,
maybe a little too in love.

But, Mother,
I’m in love.

And I will follow him to the ends of the earth.

He is my sun,
my moon,
my stars,
and my universe.

Mother,
I’m in love.

And I’ll be leaving soon,
for college, oh dear.

But he’ll be by my side,
he’s always lovingly by my side.

I’m a little crazy,
but all for him,
yes, it’s true.

Mother,
I’m in love.

I’m in love with him,
and I’ll always hold him dear,
in my heart,
my mind,
my body,
and my soul.

Mother, yes,
I’m in love.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
dedicated to my love, you know who you are

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nanowrimo 2019 starts tomorrow

Greetings & salutations! It is I, Minah, also known as Libraime! As you can tell from the title, tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo 2019! Yay!!! If you’re wondering what NaNoWriMo is, let me explain!

NaNoWriMo stands for National November Writing Month! For those who participate in NaNoWriMo, the goal is to write an entire novel in the timespan of the single month of November! You set a word goal (mine is 50K words) and proceed to start writing! It’s an amazing organization!

If you would like to join NaNoWriMo, you can join either the young writers’ version (link to young writers’ NaNoWriMo) or the adult writers’ version (link to adult writers’ NaNoWriMo)! If you enjoy writing, I highly suggest attempting to do NaNoWriMo! Even if you don’t succeed, it’s a ton of fun and an extremely eye-opening experience!

This will be my second year of doing NaNoWriMo! I did it last year, and I completed my goal (25K words)! But I’ll be honest with you, the main reason why I succeeded in my goal is because I just typed up the word “banana” over and over again, admittedly… Yeah, that was fun, lol!

Anyway, tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo, and I really hope some of you try it out! I have a really cool idea for my novel, and I’ll give you a little insight into my novel. It’s going to be a one-sided LGBTQ+ love story. There’s two main characters: Essie (who falls in love with one of her best friends, a girl named Sadie) and Aiyden (Essie and Sadie’s other best friend who’s struggling with family issues and is going in a downward spiral). That’s all I’m going to tell you, for now!

Anyway, I’m going to end this blog post here! I sincerely wish you all a spectacular day! This is Libraime, logging off!

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poem: “i am sorry”

I’m sorry
for doing you wrong.

I’m sorry
for all that went sour.

I’m sorry
for putting you out of your comfort zone.

I’m sorry
for all that I did.

I’m sorry
for being a bitch.

I’m sorry
for always doing wrong.

What did I do wrong?
I always ask,
I always wonder,
but I never know.

I’m sorry
for all this shit.

I’m sorry
for trying to be,
more than I thought I could be.

I’m sorry that I never know.
I’m sorry that I’m a mess.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be my best.

I’m sorry
for inviting you.

I thought that we could have some fun.
But that’s not how it worked out.

I’m ranting now.
I’m freaking out now.
I’m crying now.

And once again,
here I am,
left to doubt myself,
once again.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
i’m sorry for who I am

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poem: “summer and me”

Summer breeze,
I start to freeze,
I only displease,
resulting in this summer tease.

Summer cloud,
it starts to get loud,
I can’t stand the crowd,
my parents, oh they’re not proud.

Summer view,
I wish I knew,
I’m not brand new,
it’s all untrue.

Summer sun,
after all I’ve done,
it’s only just begun,
and it certainly hasn’t been fun.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
i don’t like the summertime

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short story: “canine eyes”

I am all-powerful. All humans do my bidding. For I am Frenchie, Queen and Dictator of the Humans.

I lay proudly upon my pillowy perch, seated upon the highest point of the couch cushion. All that exists, belongs to I. I enjoy the quiet and the solitude… Before the door slams open and the peace is broken. A flock of pre-teen girls swarm into the room. Ah, the youngest human must have invited her underlings over once again. I can tell that they’re her underlings because of how they do everything she asks of them without question (excluding the occasional defiant whine). I hear the older humans refer to her as “Ava,” a weird and unusual name. I cannot understand why the humans decide to call each other such names. Where can you go wrong with simple yet exquisite names like “Spot” and “Pie?”

Upon the sight of me, the girls swarm around me. “Aw, he’s so cute~!” The multiple, high-pitched and squeaky voices annoy me tremendously. I roll my tiny, black, beady eyes. What an idiotic mistake. I am female, not a he. And I am most definitely, not cute.

I growl at them, ordering them to leave me alone. At first, they’re hesitant to leave beautiful me alone, but after a few snaps of my jaw, they leave. Leaving me be to my preferred solitude.

Several hours later, the older female human arrives home. She seems to know of my plots to murder her and her family, and she quite enjoys taunting me with delicious food from the human realm. Upon seeing me, she breaks out into a smile. She must’ve finally bowed down to my control. Either that, or she had a good day. She skipped her way into the food room, and I hear her open the cold box. I hear the crinkle of plastic, and my ears perk up at the sound. Could it be…? Cheese…?

“Frenchie~! Would you like some… Cheeeeeeeeeese~?”

Foolish, pathetic human. I don’t need nor want your praise! … But yes, I would like some cheese.

I hop off my pillowy perch and stretch, before heading into the kitchen. The tall, lanky human awes and giggles before me, taking out a slice of that golden, heavenly delicacy: cheese. I growl at them, ordering them to place it down before me. But they simply giggle and fawn over me, before finally placing the delectable square on the floor.

As I gobble down my meal, the pathetic human attempts to pet my perfect, curly, black fur. But I growl and snap viciously at their outstretched fingertips. “Begone!” I growl, ordering them to leave me be. Instead of cowering in fear like the little ones do, she giggles once more. “Aw, you’re such a grumpy butt~!” She utters cheerfully, before heading off to do something. Likely my bidding.

A couple of hours later, the oldest male human arrives, opening the door and calling for his children. I bark at him, he’s the most annoying of them all. Once he lays his eyes upon me, he laughs and starts to imitate me! The nerve! In retaliation, I growl and bark at him more. But it doesn’t seem to faze him, as he continues to laugh and mimic me. This insufferable human!

Later on, the eldest female human arrives home. I have a soft spot for this human. She is the sweetest of them all, and the most beautiful. I love her to death. She is my favorite slave. Upon entering the lazy room, she completely ignores her children and heads straight towards me, fawning over me with a passion as I wag my tail in approval. Yes, yes, I will spare this human, while I kill the rest!

Ah, the life of a canine is a wondrous thing… Too bad the humans don’t seem to realize our power over them.

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poem: “ink pen stains”

Ink pen stains,
smudging the page.

Ink pen stains,
staining the page.

Ink pen stains,
I’ve lost the meaning.

Ink pen stains,
I start to worry.

Ink pen stains,
it’s getting blurry.

Ink pen stains,
it’s quite the flurry.

Ink pen stains,
I put down my pen,
while I worry,
again and again.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
ink pen stains are a blemish on a sheet of purity.

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book review: “everything everything” by nicola yoon

Everything Everything is a beautifully-written young adult/romance novel written by author Nicola Yoon. When I say I have fallen in love with this novel, I mean it. This was a spectacular novel, with splendid characters, a wonderful plot, interesting situations, and a gorgeous idea. This is one of my favorite novels of all time, and I 100% mean that.

Yoon weaves the tragically beautiful story of Madeline “Maddy” Whittier, a “fatally ill” teenage girl who falls in love with her new & mysterious neighbor, Oliver “Olly” Bright. Maddy has an extremely rare disease known as Severe Combined Immunodeficiency, which basically means that she is allergic to the world. She hasn’t left her house in 15 years, the only people she regularly sees is her mother and her nurse, Carla.

But out of the blue, a new family moves in next door to her house: the Bright family. And the one who catches Maddy’s eye is Oliver “Olly” Bright: tall, lean, and wearing all black. And from the moment their eyes meet, their fates are intertwined together.

One of my favorite parts of this book is the character development. In case you didn’t know, I FREAKING LOVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!! The characters in this story evolve and unravel as the story follows their lives, revealing their true selves and aided them in developing. Secrets are uncovered and realities are changed. I have read this book several times, and each time, I fall more and more in love with the characters and their developments.

Usually, I try to say one thing that I would change in the book that I am reviewing, but I can’t find an actual flaw in this story. It. Is. PERFECT. Please, try to prove me wrong. PLEASE, because I can’t find a single flaw in this novel. Of course, I might be a little biased, as I’m in love with this story, but that doesn’t matter, right? (lol)

Overall, this book is gorgeous, spectacular, fantastic, splendid, lovely, and more. I am in love with it so, so, so much. From a scale of 0 to 5 (0 being the worst and 5 being the best), I would, without a doubt, rate this novel a 5 out of 5. IT IS THAT GOOD! I highly suggest giving it a try! And if you do, please tell me what you think!

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poem: “spoiled gals”

They’re over the top,
they never stop.

Gossiping left and right,
they don’t seem too bright.

Complaining about their life,
bringing up new strife.

Their every want is gifted,
their every need is lifted.

Attempting to block them out,
but they continue to shout,
how they deserve more and more,
to be honest, it’s getting quite sore.

High school is hell,
yet they’re catered to with a ring of a bell.

They claim that their life is tough,
but in reality, there are ones more rough.

I wish that they would hush,
and stop with their neverending rush.

They’ll never listen to my insight,
carelessly doing what they think is right.

My eyes roll,
they leave such a toll,
on my mind and sanity,
these girls overflowing with vanity.

Life is not easy-peasy,
they’re gonna grow up to be sleazy.

I’m tired of this shit,
they don’t listen one bit.

Karma is a bitch,
and she sure won’t miss,
these basic white bitches,
will one day hope that she misses.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
admittedly inspired by my little sister (I love you, Ava).

book review: “geekerella” by ashley poston

Geekerella is a quirky and cute novel in the young adult romance genre, written by part-time author and full-time geek Ashley Poston. The novel follows the perspectives of the two main characters: Elle Wittimer (geeky, artistic, and in love with the book’s own version of the Star Wars fandom) and Darien Freeman (teen actor, heartthrob, and secret geek). The two characters fall in love over anonymous text messages, like your typical teenage romance novel. But the main lure to this book is that it’s supposed to be a version of “Cinderella,” but with a modern, fandom-fueled twist to it. It’s a very cute idea and it works wonderfully in the genre.

My favorite aspect of this book would likely be the geeky and loveable personality of main character Elle Wittimer. She is a wonderful character and very easy to relate to if you’re a geek/nerd/dork like me. You can feel her problems and with the words Poston uses, you can even imagine yourself in her shoes (or should I say glass slippers)!

If I could change a few things in this novel, for one, I would provide the readers with more background on Darien Freeman’s past before he became a famous actor. In addition, two words: character development! It was practically nonexistent in this novel, which is a shame because I ADORE character development! Watching characters evolve and grow is my favorite part in any form of media, but I unfortunately barely got any of that from this novel. There was a tiny bit of character development for Darien Freeman, but not enough (in my opinion).

Overall, on a scale of zero to five (zero being the worst and five being the best), I would rate this story a 3 out of 5. It’s a cute story (kind of cliche, but nothing you can do about that). I wish there was more character development and more elaboration on the personalities/backgrounds of certain characters; but overall, I thought this was a very entertaining read!

poem: “caged rage”

I can’t identify,
only one reason why
I am forced to turn a blind eye.

I’m confined to my chain,
I start to strain,
my anger swirls like a hurricane.

I can’t get free,
she’s stinging like a bee,
I’m withering away into a nobody.

She wants to control,
I’m as helpless as a tadpole,
wanting to hide away in a hole.

Despite all my rage,
I am still just a rat in a cage.
I want to disengage,
but she keeps going on a rampage.

Not a child anymore,
but definitely not an adult,
it’s getting quite sore.

I’m sick of all this shit,
she’s such a bitch.
I can’t wait to escape,
while she watches with a gape.

-Minah H.
despite all my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage (inspired by “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” by The Smashing Pumpkins)