Wannabe writer with hobby of art. Stay and you'll glimpse a small piece of my heart.
Sergey and I have been looking for light-but-filling recipes and have come up with several rice-based ones. Many of them require us to prepare short-grain white rice as a component, so we came up with a process for making good Japanese rice.
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Read moreHow often do you think about your language as your mother tongue? How often do you think about how comfortable it is to be surrounded by it?
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Read moreAskfriend wonders: What values do you hold? Do you live them day to day? How important is it for you to uphold your values?
Read moreHaving learned from my 2022 goals what reasonable goal-setting looks like, I resolved to push several of my projects to the next stage while tackling a couple smaller personal growth projects. I drew up a list of goals that seemed pretty reasonable and started my year.
Read moreWhere there had been a symphony was now a cacophony. The choir reeled in shock, trying to find their places. The heart was stunned to silence.
Read moreCalm settles over Arc like a shrouded cage, shutting his swift-growing fury up into a little prison. In this moment, he is just a wingless chick and this is the corpse of his mother.
Read moreThe melody follows him under, into the dark. At first, it is Aria's voice lullabying him to sleep as she used to in the nest they shared as winglings. It cradles and soothes him, rebuffing ill memories and promising safety. Rest.
Read moreWildspeech enters, placing his sun-dot in a wall-sconce and filling Eldest Stem's home with light. A few terse sentences of explanation later, things begin to move. Nutte Wildspeech is woken and dispatched to shuttle individual coals to Remara.
Read moreTenderly, Wildspeech grasps the translucent shaft of a primary feather that came loose one day when he collided with a confused starling.
Read moreFor the first time, a voice in the symphony fumbled a note, then ceased singing.
Read moreHe freezes, his legs bent to run. There are too many things to respond to—her use of that name, her claim that his family still thinks of him, her sudden reappearance here, or the fact that she has collected even more questions for him.
Read moreThe rattle of Wildspeech's door jerks him into stupefied waking. The door jumps and jolts against the storage shelves he braced there, each blow shoving them back. He burrows deeper into the fragments of moss and feathers.
Read moreThis thing changes its face in ways that suggest it isn't a solid creature. If it isn't a solid creature, it can likely reshape itself. If it can reshape itself, it must know next to nothing if it looks like that.
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