Novel updates after taking some time off (:
I've taken a little time off from working on my main project, Project Moth. But, I've picked it back up recently and am excited to start writing it again!
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The warm light at the end of the blue tunnel turns blue as I walk closer.
A poem by Nickie | June 16, 2026 Footsteps fall frantically along the blue carpet of the blue hallway. Hurried movements racing against the blue clock tick, tick, ticking on the wall. Check watch, check phone, check calendar. To be early is to be on time, to be on time is
Lifestyles of the Rich and Happy
A poem by Nickie | June 15, 2026 They tell me I grew up poor, but I saw the sunrise every morning after my parents left for work. If I enjoyed dinner on Monday, I was lucky enough to eat it again on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I was able
Signals from Vanilla Fields
My mother's perfume A poem by Nickie | June 13, 2026 It's time to wake up and get ready for school A strong hug and a quick kiss on the cheek as she leaves for work (careful to not mess up her makeup) A 45-minute drive
I hate my name, or maybe just my hometown.
A poem by Nickie | June 13, 2026 I hate my name. I remember telling my parents that as we were in a hotel elevator, descending to the ground floor. It's boring. Everyone has it. It's common. At least my middle name is a little more unique.