My journey through the maze of life

Why is a bio the most difficult story to write? Characters come to life readily in my mind’s eye, but my own life is increasingly hard to capture with succinct honesty. Do I include the bright and shiny moments that make my life sound, on paper, appealing? The broken and…


The disturbing humility of a personal rock bottom

I stand, eyes glazed over, dreaming of penguins and contests wins and life change and travel. My fantasy world is ripe when I’m forced to marinate in my thoughts. I’ve been in this line — my third in this building — for over twenty minutes. And “Bob” has been whacking…


Revelations of the implosion of our relationship

*The Walking Dead has aired for eleven seasons. Yes, this article will contain spoilers, and no, I’m not sorry.

On a crisp and spooky Halloween in 2010, I found television love. The Walking Dead (TWD) debuted and made quality promises. Zombies, apocalyptic drama, horror, and realistic character development felt mine…


The personal connection found in snail mailed, handwritten letters

When I was eight-years-old, I took a crumpled up, hard-earned five dollar bill, and sent it, Air Mail, to the Tears For Fears fan club. The excitement of slathering my letter with a million stamps, declaring my love for the band in choppy, trembling handwriting, and setting it free across…


With nary a Nickelback tune in sight

Over the past three decades, exceptional, talented bands have fallen from the ranks of popularity. These musical groups may have hit the scene as one-hit wonders or betrayed their alternative roots. Perhaps they’ve used their platform to talk about politics or social issues. Across the board, though, their music hit…


MARKETING SCENTS SATIRE

As opposed to my carnivorous and evil room spray

Warning: this spray may eat you or your small pets if used after midnight.

I love when scents of sandalwood and juniper permeate my room. My bedroom is my haven — home to a multitude of naps, dreams, and the binge-watching of Stranger Things. My sanctuary needs to smell amazing…


To grow, we need an interactive community of writers and readers

In many ways, I’m a walking contradiction. The relational avenues of my life are myriad and winding. I’ve lived in various spaces and made my living via numerous creative — and other — fields. Most of my Facebook friends are actual, real-life friends in some capacity. …


THE BUTT OF JOKES

I’m tired of being objectified

Stop pretending like you don’t know who I am — you see me every day. Seat Geek, an event ticket hub, features me in all of their TV commercials. I know you’ve pointed and laughed at my flat nature.

Without my consent, my human — Ted — decided to objectify…


His characters shine above ’80s hairdos and shoulder pads

Don’t you…forget about me!

The Simple Minds 1980s anthem blares behind a freeze-framed Judd Nelson. The closing credits of The Breakfast Club give me chills, even as I watch now as a forty-something. And Nelson’s immortal image, fist-pumping in the air, has resonated with teenagers for almost forty years.

The…


Coming home to make amends is painful

I couldn’t bring myself to climb out of the car. I pulled up to the long, winding black driveway what seemed like hours ago, but I couldn’t walk the half-mile to the front door. I sat and tried to steel myself. I tried to breathe. My palms drenched my steering…

Sarah Paris

14xs Medium Top Writer. Freelance writer of all things. Fiction is my heartbeat. Believer. MD native in CO. Adventurer. Traveler. Semi- funny.

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