Oct 15, 2021
My Piplup is annoyed at something that really isn't worth the energy, it seems
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My Piplup is annoyed at something that really isn't worth the energy, it seems
MY BOOK IS OUT!
I am very pleased to announce that my first self-published poetry e-book “My Dawn Is Only Five Hours Away” is available on Amazon! I have been working on this with lots of relapses and little victories since the harsh blow of the pandemic and I can only be proud of myself for not giving up and making a dream come true. Here’s the book description:
In the first chapter of her debut poetry book, Dion Anja explores the turbulence of pandemic through experimenting as well as integrating metaphors and classical elements to mirror the human nature that shifts and stays the same forever. Her poems include various themes like anxiety and hope, but also offer a soothing magical realm with fairies and cats.
It costs $2.99 and if you have Kindle Unlimited, it is FREE! I hope you enjoy it.
Dion Anja x
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Ash hates how he doesn't have the courage or the balls to look her in the eye and give /this/ to her face to face. He hates that he can will himself to fight until his collapse but cannot will himself to do /this/. So he shoves the card instead under her doorstep, hopping she'll somehow get it. 'HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY' it read. No signature was left behind.
Tala opens the door to pick up the morning paper when she sees the card. She blinked and picked it up, reading it before looking around.
Aslan?
She smiled, tearing up, and took it inside, where she put it on the fridge, where once she put Aslan’s little drawings when he was a child.
Salamat anak
i submitted my manuscript and i am reading MY WORK ON MY PHONE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK this is probably my peak
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