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Rethinking Cancer Metaphors

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I must strongly object to the pervasive and deeply problematic use of militaristic metaphors when discussing cancer and the individuals affected by it. Phrases that have become deeply ingrained in our cultural lexicon—"They are a cancer survivor," "They lost their battle," or "They won their battle"—carry a harmful and often painful subtext. This war-like language, framing a biological process as a personal combat, inevitably implies that the outcome—survival or death—is purely a result of the individual’s effort, willpower, or "fighting spirit." This is not a purely academic critique; it is profoundly personal. My mother was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer, and she passed away when I was just eleven years old. To this day, every time I hear this kind of terminology used, I feel a visceral, sickening dread. The devastating implication embedded in these phrases suggests that to say someone "lost the battle" can be interpreted as meaning my...
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Crafting Stories: A Decade of Passion

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  The ink is a pulse, a rhythmic beat, Where worlds are born and shadows meet. For ten long years, the stories have grown, In quiet rooms and the great unknown— From the dark of the woods to the stars above, Built with a decade of labor and love. There is a lightning strike in the chest When a character finally stands the test, When a sentence clicks like a skeleton key And the soul of the book is finally free. I know these bones, I know they are strong, I’ve carried these voices for far too long. But the silence is heavy, a vast, open sea, Between the heart of the book and the eyes that should see. I’ve woven the magic, I’ve mapped out the stars, I’ve bled on the pages and counted the scars. I stand at the window, my hands on the glass, Watching the world and the witnesses pass. "Look here," I whisper, "the bridge is now built, Full of wonder and terror, of glory and guilt." I know it is good—I have felt the fire burn, I’ve earned every chapter and...
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A Decade in the Shadows: Reflecting on 10 Years of The Shadow Realm

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It’s hard to believe that I’ve dedicated the past decade of my life to the creation of the Shadow Realm series. What started as a passion project has blossomed into a six-book chronicle, with the highly anticipated final installment, book #6, scheduled for release in March of this year. Reflecting on the journey of writing this series, one of the most striking things is how much my process and style have evolved. When I look back at the early drafts, the development in my chapter structure is particularly noticeable. I attribute a significant part of this evolution to my time writing on platforms like Wattpad. Initially, influenced by the common reader preference there, I tended to write much shorter chapters. However, as the story of the Shadow Realm deepened and my confidence as a writer grew, I shifted my focus. Now, I write exactly as much as the narrative demands, allowing the story’s pace and character development to dictate the length, rather than adhering to a preconceived ...
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Meet Annabelle

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  Survivor. Shadow-walker. Keeper of secrets the Realm tried to bury. I don’t fear the dark; I’ve learned to command it. 🗡️ Defying the Chronicles, one shadow at a time. MAEVE  https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd MATTHEW  https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj JUSTIN  https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D ANNBELLE  https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx Carillon  https://books2read.com/u/38anZV  (COMING MARCH 1, 2026)
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Meet Maurelle: Mother, Protector, and Force of Nature. 🌿✨

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 Meet Maurelle: Mother, Protector, and Force of Nature. 🌿✨ Maurelle is the kind of presence that feels like a soft exhale after a long day—until you notice the iron in her gaze. She carries the quiet grace of someone who has raised a village, balancing the practical heart of a mother with the ancient, ethereal power of a fairy. Her wings aren’t just for show; they are built for weathering storms. Whether she’s mending a stray hem or weaving a protection ward around her home, she is the bridge between the domestic and the divine. 🧚✨ MAEVE https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd MATTHEW https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj JUSTIN https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D ANNBELLE https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx Carillon https://books2read.com/u/38anZV (COMING MARCH 1, 2026)  
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Meet Matthew

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    The Man Who Forgot Love Once a devoted husband to Maurelle and a father to Shawn, Matthew Marks was a man of light. But years of imprisonment in the Shadow Realm at the hands of Jonathan have stripped that away. Now, he returns to the mortal realm not as a savior, but as the Shadow King . He has the face of a hero and the soul of a monster. And the worst part? He doesn’t even remember the woman who would do anything to save him. MAEVE https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd MATTHEW https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj JUSTIN https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D ANNBELLE https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx Carillon https://books2read.com/u/38anZV (COMING MARCH 1, 2026)
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A Decade in the Dark: The Reality of the Unseen Author

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  Today, an overwhelming and profound wave of melancholy has utterly washed over me, an oppressive heaviness in my spirit that I find myself utterly unable to pinpoint to a single event. It's a feeling that wasn't a companion when I first woke—the morning offered a brief, fragile peace—but it has crept in stealthily, intensifying hour by hour, settling into a deep, pervasive gloom. I have been meticulous in adhering to my self-care regimen, ensuring I took my necessary medication precisely on schedule, as a fortress against such emotional sieges. Yet, despite this discipline, my entire emotional landscape feels profoundly unbalanced, listing dangerously under an invisible, unbearable weight. I suspect, with a certainty that settles like a cold, hard stone deep in the pit of my gut, that this debilitating feeling is intimately and agonizingly tied to the agonizing, unyielding reality of my life's work: my books. For ten long, solitary years, I have poured the very essen...
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