My journey through the maze of life

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An image of the author after kayaking on Pikes Peak, aka. “America’s Mountain”

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 bloody stumbles along the way that resonate with authenticity? A mixture of both?

I love to breathe flickers of my soul into fiction. But, to write a straightforward biography proves arduous. Here’s my halting attempt.

My name is Sarah Paris. I grew up in Maryland, United States. I’ve lived in: the Outer Banks of North Carolina, Rehoboth Beach, Delaware/ Ocean City, Maryland, the insulated film world of Los Angeles, the “small town vibe in an historic city” art district of Amsterdam, The Netherlands, and have spent ample time in Ireland, N. …


And then endured a bathroom emergency

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“George Clooney” by Ed Van-West is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

Unlike Alexander and his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, the day I met George Clooney was incredible. I’d just relocated to Los Angeles for my last semester of college and beyond. And I’d sunk my teeth into an internship with a high-profile production company on the Warner Bros. Studio Lot.

The company hadn’t accepted interns in over a decade — the last intern sold a script that cast our head producer in a not-so-favorable light — and my friend and I were the first to enter those hallowed halls since. …

I miss the small things of the “old normal”

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Photo by Amitkrsoical on Pixaby

I am folding laundry when I break out into song today. It’s a weird stream-of-consciousness activity I ushered in with the pandemic. Typically little snippets of songs hit my vocal cords before I understand what’s happening. The lyrics just flow. I laugh at my weird loneliness.

At times, these are made-up raps or musical numbers about my clothes. More often, they are nostalgic songs reminding me of hope and comfort. And I remember the relatively safe and easy sunshine that illuminated my life.

Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the show.

This time, I sing, “Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the show!” and sorrow envelopes me. My scent memory has me nearly tasting movie theater popcorn. I ache for a darkened theater. The longing is so acute, I cry for a plush theater seat and joking banter with friends. Nostalgia for movie trailers in surround sound overwhelms me. I become lost in a daydream of the small things I took for granted. …


I now fight crime with the best of the best

Little girl in superhero mask shaped war paint
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Disclaimer: This story is intended to be random and humorous. It is published in Fill in the Blanks publication, inspired by the classic game, Mad Libs. Blank words contributed by Julia Appa, Elan Cassandra, Kayla Vokolek, Jamaal Ameer, Rujenx, Damon Ferrara, Christopher Kokoski, Victoria A. Fraser, Ashley Seaman, Jenna Vokolek, Shain Slepian, and Anonymous.

An ordinary day transformed my [anxious] life into a [buttery] adventure! I’d started my day depressed and hopeless. No matter how hard I’d worked, all of my attempts at fulfillment failed.

I woke up to a break-up text from my boyfriend of five years. I burned my coffee — which I didn’t even imagine possible. My copy editor balked when I requested payment for my month of full-time work. When my car wouldn’t start, I started to crumble. …


Get more eyes and reads on your hard work

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Photo by Maxim Hopman on Unsplash

I first realized I was getting old when I overheard my friend’s seven-year-old ask, “Mom what’s a hashtag 2 pencil?” The number sign is now ubiquitously known as the “hashtag symbol.” Most kids tag their social media posts as easily as adding butter to their toast. I finally caught the hang of tagging posts in my various social media platforms, and I was so cool.

Then, I joined this writing heaven. I was lost. I was confused. I needed help. Writers here are given the special feature of utilizing five Topic Tags for each story. …


Spoiler alert: The “documentary” is Game of Thrones

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Photo by Stillness InMotion on Unsplash

As everyone knows, Game of Thrones is one of the greatest documentaries of all time. We all dissected “GoT” heavily in our Civics and World History courses. The insights into the White Walkers, the Night King, and dragons are eerily accurate. Thus, the actions of genuine, historical Game of Thrones heroes like Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister help us to inform our decisions.

“I was referencing the kind of trial that took place for Tyrion in that very famous documentary about fictitious medieval England. When Tyrion, who is a very small man, is accused of murder. …

Fiction Friday

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Photo by Vitolda Klein on Unsplash

The boy struggles to hide his labored breath. He lifts the visor of his helmet and wipes the sweat stinging his eyes. His sinewy body shifts and crouches to blend into the cornfield. He peeks the gun out from the bending stalks that stab his protective gear. His enemies are coming.

A hand grabs the back of his shirt, and he jumps.

“I want to play, Robbie!”

A disembodied voice whispers in exaggeration. The boy whips around. Large hazel eyes peer at him from under a veil of moppy dark curls. With a death grip, a small hand tugs on his shirt. “C’mon! …


And I’ve learned to embrace it

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Photo by Naassom Azevedo on Unsplash

I was flying back to Maryland after a year of life in Europe. I drank in every minute of my life overseas, but I longed for home. My Dad called me the morning of my departure. “Can’t wait for you to get home!” he said. “I’m going to get dressed up to pick you up from the airport, I think.”

A sweet and loving sentiment from most parents, my Dad’s words left me wondering what prank he would pull off.

Dad is socially conservative. He spent thirty-five years as an HR Director for a government agency, and he looks the part. But he’d made “Operation: Embarrassing Sarah” his mission for most of my life. …

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

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As a bad dystopian novel evolved in the United States, I was overwhelmed with anger, disgust, and sadness. I wanted to pay attention to the events occurring but desired to place my mind anywhere else.

Cathartically, I needed to write about anything but a raging pandemic and an attempted coup. I wanted my subject to matter, but I continued to draw blanks.

And then, like a golden fleece or burning bush, a short blurb from CNN appeared in my internet searches. …


Sarah Paris

4xs Medium Top Writer. Freelance writer of all things--fiction is my heartbeat. Believer. MD native in CO. Adventurer. Traveller. Wanderer. At times, funny.

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