Ivy.W

Joined May 2021

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Writer with a humorist personality. Storyteller, comedic, and enjoys quirky subjects to write. Whether expressing personal experiences or geeky homages of my obsessions, I write to get my fix of creativity.

Stories (8/0)

When The Stars Align ...
Mae was effortlessly typing on her keyboard at her desk, like a concert pianist playing the hardest symphony. There were small stacks of mixed folders and loose documents forming a paper city on the floor, but some paperwork still needed to be finished. The secretary turned to look at the stacks, tracking her progress, and she let out a heavy sigh.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Fiction
Lily of the Valley
Lily Bane walks down the stairs of her quaint home in a tangerine spring dress. The chiffon on the sheer dress danced every step she took, depicting the beauty of her appearance all the way to the end of the stairs.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Fiction
It's Never Too Late
“Daddy, I want this one. Can I have it?” asked little Adam to his father, staring at him with hopeful eyes as he held Midnight Tuxedo Barbie in his tiny hand.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Fiction
Henry and Hazel
The brisk wind tumbled into the leaves, getting caught within the wilting trees. Hazel was strolling through Evergreen Park, watching the breeze sweep the streets. She stopped when she saw the empty playground, wrapped with caution tape tied on the equipment. Hazel stared at the swings, recalling a memory that seemed so distant.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Families
Play It For Pride
You'd figure in the 21st century, our society would have progressed further in creating a safer foundation for the LGBTQIA+ community. Yet it appears that parts of the world don't understand, and still believe whatever outdated knowledge that singles out our community from humanity. Gender or sexuality can't be defined so plainly like black and white, when there is a meaty grey spectrum that needs more exploring.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Pride
My 7-Year-Old Mom
I think many people imagine an ideal Boss Mom as a lady who balances her love, family, and career life like a yoga master. While maintaining the ability to look young, fit, and have a healthy sanity.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Families
Bleeding Red
My colour is red. How come? You say. When there are boundless pigments close at bay. Pinks, blues, violets and such Would be more suited for my face.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Poets
The Soundtrack of Adolescence
Recollecting the playlist of my youth is like retrieving a time capsule buried 10 years in my mind. Under the painful memories, depression , self-saboteurs and darkness, just to retrieve the one thing that kept me breathing ... surviving to be here to write the playlist of once a trouble young girl : My Creative Zen MP3 (cause I couldn't afford an iPod) , filled with anthologies of music around the world.
By Ivy.W3 years ago in Beat

Ivy.W

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When The Stars Align ...

Lily of the Valley

It's Never Too Late

Henry and Hazel

Play It For Pride

My 7-Year-Old Mom

Bleeding Red

The Soundtrack of Adolescence

Stories (8/0)