Hope Martin
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Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Memoirs Of The In-Between: Table Of Contents
Prologue Free Chapter 1: The Fall of the Kobayashi Clan Free Hidden Chapter: Soul Sister With The Seafoam Scales Chapter 2: Alice And the Tisin Free Chapter 3: Arriving At Warrior City.Free Chapter 4: The Girl Who Talks Too Fast And Heals With Wind Free Chapter 5: Limbo School And Mr. Claus Chapter 6: Battle Training A Day Interrupted Chapter 7: A New Enemy Discovered Chapter 8: Confusion, Chaos, and Communication Hidden Chapter: A Snow Day Chapter 9: A Secret Revealed Hidden Chapter: The Pools Of Reflection Chapter 10: The Call of War Chapter 11: Moments That Will Never Heal or be Forgotten Hidden Chapter: Grief and Healing Chapter 12: Healing Moments Chapter 13: Love Finds A Way Chapter 14: When Friendship Conquers Death Chapter 15: Acknowledgement Chapter 16: The Gateway Chapter 17: The Battle Never Forgotten Chapter 18: Saying Goodbye is Never Easy Epilogue: Endings are Always Beginnings
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between Chapter 3
I looked at Alice, Malakaii, and the people around me before I fell hard to the ground. The entirety of my body hurt and that thing, I realized must have been one of those tainted souls that Malakaii had explained to me briefly before. I was angry at the fact that I had just killed a person. Still, that spirit had been going after Alice; it was either us or it. Even I can’t deny that I’d rather kill than be killed again. I looked at Alice now, who ran towards me. She was laughing with tears of relief in her eyes, and the flowers in her arms whipping up and down as she ran at me, kissing her cheeks with each step. She fell on her knees in front of me and threw her face into my chest. I quickly put the blade down, ignoring the twang of pain that separation from Estrakulius caused and the physical agony that the pressure Alice put on me created. I wrapped my arms around the little girl and felt like a fussy grandmother as I lifted her up and began to inspect her for wounds.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Surface Pressure That Just Won't Stop
Disney Has Changed The Way They Make Me Cry As a child, I cried over the death of Bambi's mom. I hyperventilated in fear as a 5-year-old watching Snow White for the first time, and she ran screaming through the dark forest after the huntsmen tried to take her heart. I cried when the curse was broken for the Beast and he discovered love. When Dumbo was abused and mistreated and separated from his mother I sobbed. I forced myself to watch it until the end (I am a childhood abuse survivor, this movie was very triggering for me in a lot of ways) and found relief in the ending. But I refuse ever to watch it again - and I haven't shown my daughters that movie OR Pinocchio. I know those movies would trigger me to this day.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Dear Phoenix Letter #4
Dear Amanda, The year 2014 was ten years ago when I started working at Savers (A thrift store in the north) and where I met you. Honestly, from past drama I was nervous to meet you. A high school friend at the time said you were really chill and that we’d get a long just fine.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
Terror In The ER Waiting Room Reminds Me Why I Am Pro-Choice. Content Warning.
It Took Me Two Weeks. The pressure in my pelvis was dismissed as a symptom of my PCOS for two weeks before I gave in and decided to go to a doctor. I had a rough menstrual cycle at the beginning of September, so I figured I had an active cyst. No big deal, since I am very familiar with the process of 'riding it out.'
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Viva
A Dear Me Letter
Dear Me, You couldn't ask people to write you letters without writing one yourself. That would just be plain rude. The frustrating about writing to myself is that I have nothing good to say about you. You still get sick to your stomach when you see yourself in the mirror. You still only eat once a day most days and that's only because your family watches you like a hawk and you have to (not to mention the low blood sugar issue, that sucks too). You go about everything you do with half-baked enthusiasm because you know you'll fail anyway. Just like your business. Just like your book.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Phoenix Letter #2
Dear Abuser, It’s been four years since the last time I saw you. Since the last time I heard your disgusting voice. The last thing I had ever heard you say was something to my husband. That I was cheating on him with Hope. But that was the furthest from the truth.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Dear Phoenix Series - Letter #1
Dear Abuser, You took a lot from me. You took my freedom, my sanity, and more importantly, you took away who I was. Even to this day, you still taunt me in my thoughts. However, I have accomplished more than I could ever imagine. Linkin Park came out with a new song called the The Emptiness Machine. It just came out recently, and honestly it applies to the situation you put me through.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Psyche
Introducing Dear Phoenix, Dear World, and Dear Me Series
Dear Readers, I am writing you today to cordially invite you all to participate and share far and wide my Dear Phoenix, Dear World, and Dear Me series. This trio of article series will consist of true letters, written from folks like you or folks like me. They are letters, written from the hearts of people around the world, and myself, and posted here on Vocal.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Writers
