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I’ve been wanting to branch out from writing fiction and experiment with writing more non-fiction or reflective pieces on culture, Lit, etc. I this piece, I explore Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment and the sacrament of Reconciliation in the Catholic Church via a somewhat personal reflection. Happy reading!

“Through error you come to the truth!” It is this simplistic yet sound insight from the supporting character of Razumikhin in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment that serves as the modus operandi for the author’s many works. The recurrent themes of man’s capacity for evil, the possibility for redemption and the illumination of truth is perhaps at their most potent in the aforementioned story above, a tale that is grotesque as it is beautiful.

From the first chapter, we are presented with a mirror in the person of Rodian Romanovich Raskolnikov (whose very surname may or may not be a play on the…

Although she worked from home, Veronica always dressed her best—just in case of a surprise Teams meeting. Living alone, her only interactions were often virtual, and she wanted to make a good impression. Feeling chilly, she opened the bottom drawer of her wardrobe to grab a sweater. Her hand paused on a lime green one. Where did this come from? She’d never seen it before. Pulling it out, she recoiled—it was stained. Perfume. Strong, awful perfume. “This isn’t mine,” she muttered. A chill ran down her spine as a voice behind her whispered, “No… it’s mine.”

Was thinking about the paradoxical nature of freedom, particularly speech, throughout the world (especially in regards to America) and was bombarded by whatever this is. Feel free to rip it apart, like it, be indifferent, etc. (but if you disagree with me we can’t be friends anymore😤[I jest of course😜😂])

I found another elderly short piece of mine while I was going through some folders on my writing shelf. Pretty sure I wrote this partially about my older twin sister, who is a former ballerina. Enjoy!

I’m a storyteller, an actress but I never write a word

My movements do the talking, telling stories that often go unheard Shakespeare with pointe shoes

Tolkien without a pen

I compose sonnets with my feet, my arms, my legs

Turning silence into a myriad of odes and villanelles

For those of you who want some guidance on short stories.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dw2hWtp5HukneOnyAkY1nmqmmPTJy4btkkLzV3Gx1W8/edit?usp=drivesdk

When I copy-paste, I lose my formatting sometimes and it ruins the effect of some of the stories, so here is a link to them. I have the first 50 done, with a goal of 100 total stories. There may be typos. There is one on the 50th story which I'll fix after I figure out which word to remove in place of the added word "yours" after "only" to make "only yours."

The Sound of Regret

She heard the crunch of gravel under tires in the driveway. Thank God, he’s back, we can fix this. A truck door slammed. She never should’ve said anything. That look in his eyes— It nearly broke her. The front door opened, then closed. Keys jingled as they were hung on the hook. She wiped her tears and stepped into the front hall.

Empty.

 “Paul?” she called.

Silence.

A knock startled her. She opened the door.

I want to clear a couple things up before the chapter: this story will be following a non-linear storyline. Meaning each chapter will jump back and forth along the timeline. Chapter 3, this chapter, takes place right after chapter 1, as opposed to chapter 2 which is set more than a year in the past.

For those of you who did not get to read From the Rising, this takes place within the same world. I am currently rewriting ftr (or attempting to), and I hope to get it out to y'all eventually. The events of this story take place near the beginning of my timeline for the universe. It's something that has been in development since I was in middle school. I am currently trying to polish the timeline and get it as specific as possible. It has had many reworks, which means this story may be subject to…

I went a little over and couldn’t find a way to cut the words down but here’s my overdue assignment (threw in the 4th Person to make up for my procrastination).

“Off with her head!” We shout in perfect unison before the guillotine of public opinion proceeds to decapitate another victim of our insatiable ire. Our latest victim was akin to Marie Antoinette, a well fed oligarch who thought the best way to silence our current fears and anxieties was to show us her freezer full of assorted ice cream on Instagram LIVE. “Let them eat Haagen-Daz.” She proclaimed with her “I don’t give a shit” grin. While some may find our reaction petty, extreme even, one must remember “The views of the many outweigh the views of the few”…or something to that effect. We love each other until one of us goes against the sacred code, the offense…