Memoirs has gone up for purchase on the amazon ebook store. If you’d like to check it out, you can do so here. I’ll be the first to say it isn’t a masterpiece, however I would still greatly appreciate if you’d check out the sample and reblog this post. There will be promotional days where the book will be available at a discounted price (maybe even for free!) that I’ll post about here when the time comes. If you’re interested in reading it for free in exchange for leaving a review, just shoot me an email and we’ll talk!
There’s a short sample that you can view, and I’ll also be posting a special excerpt on here sometime within the next few days.
Memoirs of a Guardian Angel can be purchased here for $2.99 and is available on all Kindle devices as well as all devices with the Kindle app. If you are interested in purchasing in a country besides the US, just leave a comment and I’ll give you the link, or search “Memoirs of a Guardian Angel” in the Amazon store and look for Sophia Hudson. Thanks!
A brief assignment that I did for English class for Valentine’s Day (edited a little bit since my first draft sucked but I don’t feel like hand-writing out another one).
When it comes to love, literature has taught me that “happily ever after” is a universally obtainable reality. Literature taught me that happily ever after should be desired. Literature taught me that I need to find my Prince Charming; it taught me that I am not more than the sum of who loves me.
But literature also taught me that love exists beyond the Prince Charmings and the happily ever afters. Literature taught me that love can move mountains or crumble them. It taught me that love is beautiful when pure and disastrous when violated. It taught me how to appreciate the beauty in things I wouldn’t have given a second glance otherwise. (more…)
At the end of February/end of March, I WILL BE PUBLISHING A BOOK.
Well, self-publishing. On the amazon ebook store.
It’s a book of poetry that’s probably gonna be anywhere between 60-100 pages long. I’ll tell you guys more about it as I start to really solidify the story (oh, yeah, it’s a book of narrative poetry, by the way). There’s gonna be like a big cover reveal and everything. It’s for my sophomore project this year and I’m suuuuuuper fuckin excited.
I’m looking for people who’d like to read it and give reviews when the time comes!! I’d prefer that you pay for the book because having people pay you for stories is SO COOL, but it’s not like the goal of this endeavor is to make money and there could very well be people who can’t pay, so I could just as easily send you a copy for free on google docs in exchange for a review. Additionally, if there’s anyone who would like to give pre-publishing feedback/edits, that would be totally fantastic too. Leave a comment or shoot me an email if you’re interested !!
There was once a little boy.
When he was in the third grade, he
held a butterfly on the palm of his hand. He
watched the way the light glinted off its wings.
He watched with delight how the colors would sing
their sweet songs into the blue, blue sky.
But the other boys didn’t like the butterfly.
When they saw the light in the boy’s eyes, they
pushed at him and pulled on his hair. They
called him names and said he was acting like a girl.
Because these boys, they felt that they had the world
held firmly in the grips of their fists. (more…)
okay a) I realize that it’s Monday, but it’s probably Tuesday somewhere in the world and b) be proud of me for actually continuing with a series of posts for once!!!
So, I always see posts on tumblr and on here and wherever else that say stuff like “the day I dress to impress a man is the day I am being lowered into the ground” or “wing your eyeliner if you want, wear no makeup if you want, it’s all for you.” And things like this are good things. Great things, really, through and through. But I just honestly don’t feel like they apply to me all that much.
There’s not a lot that I do that I feel is 100% for myself. It’s not like I consider that fact a bad thing—it’s largely by design. I’m the very definition of an extrovert, and I like to share my identity with the world. There are times when I like feelings of anonymity, because I feel like it creates a stronger group “vibe” (at music festivals, for example), but for the most part I like to just kinda get myself out there.
So, I present to you:
The Top Five Things That Maybe Should Be For Myself But Aren’t (more…)
Popped into my head. Sorry that I haven’t been posting much (and what I have posted hasn’t been very good). I love you all. Happy holidays if there’s anything you celebrate. If not, happy winter. (more…)
“You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake … You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.” ~Warsan Shire (more…)
I should stand up for you
In that stupid irrelevant English class
I should explain and aid your argument when
Those who have never felt the need to escape
Say that you’re stupid for even bothering to talk about how suicide is romanticized
Because they couldn’t ever understand why it even matters
And I should speak up
When they make fun of your technicolor hair
(Which, by the way, is fucking awesome)
And I should say something to them
When they ask why you dress the way you do
I should make them understand
And I should cry out
When they call you “she” instead of “he”
When they call you by the dirty name you got at birth
Instead of the beautiful one you chose for yourself
Yes, I know I should stand up
And I should get over my stupid fear
Of not being liked because
My anxieties over the way people see me couldn’t possibly be
Anything compared to yours
And I should declare my allegiance and
Share my love and
I should stand up
And my hope is that in
Some other life you’ll
Be able to forgive me for
Staying silent and sitting down and
To stand up alone
Now is an urgent time
Children torn from their parents
wars tearing families and towns apart
every drop of blood shed by innocent people
pushes us further into a well devoid
that is needed
people in warring countries need us
for we are them
they are us
we must share their pain
walk side by side
holding hands in brotherhood
when towns are ravaged
by natural disasters
are we there to help
because it is our duty
or because we feel for them
we want to help
they need our empathy
we are born with the capacity to love
in our time of need
we must remember
who we have loved
who loves us
can the authorities love?
not when the authorities are corporations
not when they’re the ones shoving us
a democracy means “governed by the people”
are we governing now
are we even being represented
what are our grievances
maybe they’re little girls
peering out of the windows of their homes
that no one will come tonight
maybe they’re the enemies who weren’t even considered human
maybe it’s a child howling for momma in a refugee camp
maybe they’re the armies rampaging
into foreign lands
not even in defense
maybe it’s the man standing on the side
of the street holding a sign
that is also his roof
that is also his family
they need us
with empathy we must help
a scream to the government
to the people
trying to escape
out of mouths
tied closed by years of lies
“we are not the “good guys”.
How can we be when we’re killing innocent people.”
we are equals now
on the battlefield
there is no black and white
when you step into someone else’s shoes
they don’t step out
you become one
as two halves making a whole
when you are separate
you are only halves