S. A. Crawford
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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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20 Vocal Goals for 2024
I have never been the kind of person who aspires actively, instead I intend. I intended to get my Honours degree and did, I intended to get my Masters degree, and did. I have intended, in my life, to never aspire to much because I believe that it will;
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Writers
Back Into the Light
Have you missed me? I doubt it - there's always so much going on here, so many interesting stories, poems, and articles. It's so easy to feel like you're lost in a sea of voices, so many of which are much more articulate, elegant, and creative than your own. That's how I felt after writing "Deep Roots". I felt like a small insect, swallowed by a much bigger animal. I had officially reached The Wall. You know which one - the one where you press your face against the bricks and find no gap, no crack to peer through and wonder if you'll ever see the other side. The one where you think your best might never be good enough and its time to just give up. That wall and I are old friends; we know each other well. I used to pushed against it. I used to kick it and scream at it... hell, when I was in my early twenties I was ready to take it down with my teeth.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Humans
Fever Dreaming
I was going to be complex, cool, and fierce. I was going to leave my hometown behind and travel the world; I was going to be strong, brave, and athletic. For a while, I was going to be a professional wrestler (no, really), then I decided I'd rather be a professor of history. The mind of a child is full of wondrous fever dreams fed on a steady diet of love, outlandish promises, and bubble-gum and neon coloured cartoons.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Humans
Grotesque, Gauche, Glorious; A Review of Krampus Kills. Top Story - December 2023.
I grew up playing video games from the '80s, which is unusual when you consider I was born in '93, but I have my uncle to thank for that. An OG game and tech guy, he had it all; stacks of gaming magazines, retro consoles, and the patience to introduce me to a hobby that still brings me joy.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Gamers
Deep Roots. Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge.
"Alta vocamus radices," Serena led the chant, her large, grey eyes rolled to the heavens, and felt the susurrus in the air as the coven repeated her words, "lato loquimur Olympo," she raised her hands as if reaching for some unknown gift, "Deorum summas spectamus montibus altos."
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Fiction
PCOS and Me. Top Story - October 2023.
I never wanted children. That's the cosmic joke; as a teenager, and even a young adult, I was decided against the idea of having children. Not because I dislike them in any way, but because I was certain I was not mother material. Then, after years of work on my mental health, after getting out of a bad relationship, after calming my fears I had a thought -
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Viva
It's not Safe to go Alone
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, There is a common misconception that those who step outside of the box are generally rewarded. Perhaps its because we are shown the few examples of success on a daily basis while no one talks about those who slip through the cracks on that less travelled road.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Journal
Scottish Folklore: The Wulver
Of all the myths and monsters we have covered in this series so far, the Wulver may be among the strangest... and it's not for the reason you may expect. Credited to be a particular part of Shetland lore, this humanoid wolf-man has gained a lot of attention in the last thirty years, and some people aren't happy about it.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in FYI
My Timecapsule
A second entry for Heather Hubler's 'Write me a Letter' challenge My Dear, Distant Friend, Sometimes the people who are farthest away know you best. Not because those closest to you don't care, but because distance offers a kind of safety. A glass wall that feels like a shield, letting only words through.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Confessions
