Introducing Myself

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Alex and I’ve started a blog because I’m very passionate about writing and love to discuss things that are important to me. There are three main categories: My Writing, My Thoughts, and Reviews.

My Writing features short works that I wrote inspired by various prompts and ideas. These are not things that I look to get published officially, but were proud of and wanted to share. Comments and sharing with others is more than welcome!

My Thoughts includes articles where I discuss how I feel about things, share writing tips, and share positive experiences. I have debated creating a new category for writing tips, but since it is not something I plan to continue working on, I felt it worked best here.

Reviews is where I share my thoughts about TV shows, movies, and books. These reviews are written in a format that I prefer, so they may not appeal to everyone when it comes to information provided.

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The Forest

The forest floor was soaked as rain poured down through the treetops. All of the animals in the forest had fled to find cover in the hallows of the trees or small caverns. All except one creature, who wandered through the trees aimlessly. 

The rain soaked through to her bones, her long hair clung to her head, her dress felt heavy and tore as it snagged on branches. She looked up to the sky and shut her eyes.

“Is this my punishment? Is that what I get for what I’ve done?” 

Lightning flashed through the sky and thunder cackled in response to her. It was mocking her. She laughed and spread her arms out wide, accepting what it had to give. 

“There is nothing you can do to punish me! Nothing you can do to stop me! I feed off of your rage.” She opened my mouth to taste the bitterness of the rain. 

Just then, a lighting bolt struck the tree nearest to her, shattering the base of the tree. It creaked and cried before splitting in half and falling in front of her. Fire engulfed it and spread to the nearby trees. 

This was her fate now. To be trapped in this burning forest that was flooded with rain. This was her punishment. This was her damnation. 


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The double doors to the director’s office were slammed open as an angry lieutenant marched in wearing his full armored suit. 

“You’re giving her one before me?” he yelled at him, slamming his hands down on his desk in a blinding rage. 

“Unlike you, she has control over her emotions. That is the number one requirement for the A.I. program. You know that,” the director spoke cooly. 

“Don’t tell me that I don’t deserve one! Don’t tell me I don’t have control over my emotions! I have earned it! I have worked harder for it than her! I’ve been here longer than her!” He grabbed the pencil holder on the desk and threw it at the wall. Intimidation wouldn’t work though, nothing phased the director anymore. 

“The decision has already been made. Nothing you can say well change it,” he folded his hands neatly on his desk, “You have assaulted all of your teammates at least once in a blind rage and she is the leader of this team. If you have a problem with that, you may file a formal complaint. However, given your history and this new incident, it won’t make a difference.”

“You just want to watch us fall apart. You play favorites,” he spat on his desk and left the room furious. 

The director sighed and opened his computer to log the incident. Yes, he did play favorites but he didn’t want the team to fall apart. He wanted to weed out the weaklings by handing out a brand new A.I. to the only person he believed would benefit from one. 


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The Prisoner

The marble floor echoed as she strode with purpose down the long, wide hallway. Magical light illuminated the entrance to each cell, but the cells themselves remained fairly dark. The prisoners remained silent, knowing better than to make noise when she entered. She acted as the Warden, rarely caring for the reason the prisoners were there.

With one exception.

She reached the end of the hall and looked into the second-to-last cell. Slumped against the wall was an exhausted looking man, with torn clothing and chains on his wrists connected to the wall. There was a small barred window at the top of the cell, but it let in very little light and fresh air. 

He looked up as her shadow enveloped him and feigned a smirk. “Have you come to hear another story of my adventures?” 

Without a word she opened the cell door and walked in. He attempted to sit up but exhaustion made it difficult. She kneeled next to him and undid the chains on his wrist. They were bruised and he rubbed them gently, making small painful noises. 

She watched him for a moment before prompting him to stand with her help. 

“Why are you helping me?” he asked quietly. She shook her head and swung his arm over her shoulder.

“Do not waste your energy speaking.” Her voice was somewhat muffled from the mask she wore that covered the bottom half of her face. He was shocked to hear her speak after all this time of silence, but nodded his head in acknowledgement. 


She had plotted their path out ahead of time and came across no issues as they trudged along. 

Once they made it through the back gates she helped him atop and house and mounted it behind him. She grabbed the reins with one hand and wrapped her other arm around his waist. 

“Lean against me, don’t fall off,” she commanded.

“Why are you helping me?” He leaned against her as commanded.

“Because your story is not over, and mine is only beginning.”


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Curious Ghosts

People seem to think a ghost’s main goal is to scare/haunt us, but I don’t think that’s necessarily true. I think they’re curious about our lives.  

Think about it, if you were a ghost from the 1800’s wouldn’t you want to know how the coffee maker works? Or flip lights on and off while staring at them? Maybe the house your inhabiting has a gaming console; how fun would it be to give it a go? Or watch the person who lives there now doing things on their phones and laptops! 

That cold breeze you feel over your shoulder as you’re working on your computer is just a curious ghost trying to figure what this tiny screen is. 

The shower water suddenly changing temperatures is a ghost trying to figure out how the lever changes the temp and where the water is coming from.  

Your appliances being on when you return home is a ghost trying to use it or show their friend this amazing thing they discovered. 

Ghosts who are stuck here aren’t trying to be malicious, they’re just trying to understand the way our technology works while wistfully thinking about how great their life would have been with all these things. 

Even a ghost from 10 years ago would be fascinated with how far certain technologies have come! Smartphones alone have changed dramatically.

Just some food for thought. Please comment what other things you think ghosts may be interested or fascinated by!

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The Flight Attendant Review

This show interested me from the moment I heard about it, mainly because I didn’t fully understand what it was but was intrigued by the clips I had seen. I ended up watching it with my family and really enjoyed it overall! The way they showed her psychological breakdown, personal growth, and attempts at escapism were absolutely fascinating. Be warned, this post will contain spoilers! If you’d like to go watch the show first now’s your chance!

First I want to congratulate Kaley Cuoco on her acting range in this show and her production abilities. Previously I had only seen her in The Big Bang Theory as Penny, a fairly simplistic character, and as the voice of Harley Quinn in the animated show which only displayed her vocal acting range and not her full acting range. Getting to see her play a character whose life is seemingly falling apart and is suffering from alcoholism was incredible. She did an excellent job portraying how alcoholism can affect every aspect of a person’s life, the struggle someone faces when they realize their childhood wasn’t what they thought it was, and displaying the character’s journey to fix her life and her friendships. Cassie drank alcohol as a way to escape reality when things weren’t going the way she wanted, but also as a way to forget the trauma she faced as a child. Her escapism and alcoholism was also called out by others throughout the show as well, something that we don’t see often in media. She made me both love and hate the character at the same time!

One thing this show did that’s different to everything else I’ve seen is showing us what’s going on inside her mind. We’re not just watching her fall apart externally, but internally as well as she comes to grips with everything going on around her and the trauma from her past. There are scenes that are her speaking with Alex in her head, which is really her speaking with her subconscious without knowing it. She also sees him in moments of distress or anxiety, where she goes to drown her feelings in alcohol. Her inability to be alone with her thoughts is another thing that was done well and something I believe is more relatable to more people. While her character was seriously flawed, she developed well as the season went on, growing as an individual and learning from her past. This is something we don’t often see in shows over one season, especially when the character starts in such a dark place. 

Another thing I felt the show did well were the subplots, specifically Megan’s subplot that was what inevitably saved Cassie. At first I wasn’t sure what her story had to do with anything, but it was still interesting to try and figure out its relevance. The way it connected in the end was clever! It also helped set up a potential season two where Cassie works with the CIA and most likely grows more as a character! Buckley and Miranda are also alive so I’m sure they’ll reprise their roles in the future. Miranda was an interesting subplot because she developed an odd friendship with Cassie despite them having essentially nothing in common and not trusting each other from the start. 

Overall, I would recommend this show. It’s got great character development, well thought-out subplots, excellent acting, and is easy to follow along with. I didn’t cover everything about the show in this because I didn’t want to spoil too much and leave some things to be discovered by the viewer! If you watch it or have seen it please comment below your thoughts! 

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WandaVision Review

When I first found out they were coming out with this show, I wasn’t sure how I felt. I’ve never been much of a fan of Vision and have gone back and forth on Wanda. While I respect her as an incredible strong individual, I’ve never felt any strong emotions towards her like I have the other Avengers. I was also a bit disappointed to find out that this show was going to come out before the Falcon and Winter Soldier show. However, because everything in the MCU is connected, I had to watch this show to keep up with everything. This review was written week-to-week, so each episode review is written right after the episode comes out. I did it this way because I think it’s better than trying to review the season as a whole. THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS!

Episode One: Overall this episode was full of humor and interesting moments. It was set in the 50’s and had a cute intro song. Wanda clearly has control of her powers on a basic level, but the question is where are they? It appears to be an illusion created by her, but is she aware? The show acts as a normal show and has a commercial in it that features a Stark toaster (which makes the same noise as the arc reactor on his suit). This seems to be a break from their reality and connects her external reality into theirs. It was a Stark bomb that destroyed her home and killed her parents, which is most likely why the toaster was from Stark Industries.There is also a moment at dinner where Wanda seems to become somewhat aware of the illusion, but that moment breaks (or is corrected) and the illusion returns. Finally we see a notepad in front of the old TV playing her show.

Episode Two: This episode is set in the 60s and has a cute animated intro. It maintained the comedy from the first episode, but had more going on. During their magic show Vision is referred to as “Illusion” which I believe is meant to be ironic. Wanda also has to make great effort to conceal their true nature. The commercial in this one featured a Strucker watch with the HYDRA symbol on it. Remember, he is the one who conducted the experiment on Wanda and Pietro which gave them their abilities. Wanda comes across a colorful helicopter that has the S.W.O.R.D. logo on it, but tries to dismiss it and go about her day. However, her day continues to be peculiar as someone is trying to reach out to her on the radio. The impression is that someone has trapped her in this universe, but I wonder if she trapped herself there. Later in the show there is a moment when a peculiar man in a bee suit climbs out of the sewer. However, she says no, does her famous little head tilt, and rewinds the episode to change what happens. She clearly has some control over this universe she’s created, but to what extent? And how long until she loses control?  The episode ends with her becoming pregnant and the world turning to color. Are we getting some version of House of M here?

Episode Three: I’ve determined that she has control over this world she’s created. Once again she rewinds, or starts over, because she doesn’t like that Vision was gaining awareness of things not making sense. I thought my TV glitched at first though the way she did it so casually. The world is starting to break and she’s trying to fix it but I imagine she won’t be able to soon. The episode starts with another intro fitting to the time period, which is now in the 70’s. The commercial this time featured HYDRA soak, which leads me to believe everything is connected to her past pain. Wanda is heavily pregnant and the episode features her pregnancy journey and delivery of Billy and Tommy. Her friend, Geraldine, was present for the delivery but we learn that she is a S.W.O.R.D. member who somehow made it into Wanda’s universe. Herb nearly tells Vision that they’re trapped, but is unable to and Vision quickly forgets as Wanda regains control. Wanda discovers that her new friend doesn’t belong in her world as she mentions Pietro being killed by Ultron. We see a slight darkness from Wanda now as she sees the S.W.O.R.D. logo and feels threatened. She kicks Geraldine out of her universe and we get our first glimpse of it from the outside. It seems she has trapped everyone inside a bubble that S.W.O.R.D. is trying to get into. My guess is that Vision is still dead and Pietro may make an appearance because Wanda remembers him well enough to create a version of him in her little universe. 

Episode Four: Things really took a turn in this episode as my theories were proven correct: Wanda is in full control of this world (where she has kidnapped and brainwashed people) and has taken control of Visions dead body. We see his dead body briefly before she regains control of what she’s seeing. This episode is an outside view of her little bubble, with S.W.O.R.D. coming to investigate and set up. It also shows the chaos of everyone coming back from the snap and we know this is set shortly after Endgame and before Far From Home. We learn that the helicopter was a drone that was sent in, Agent Woo was on the radio trying to communicate with her, and the bee man was an agent sent in to investigate. Darcy is also the one who discovers the TV stream, which is pretty cool. The live stream of the episodes, however, get cut whenever she changes something. Finally we learn what happened to Captain Rambeau when Wanda kicked her out, and how dark Wanda is in this world (is this actually spawned from House of M? It seems to be…but that’s not good for her children if it is). Clearly this is all from grief and she is aware of what she’s doing, but at the same time has she processed exactly what she’s done? Now that S.W.O.R.D. knows all of this is Wanda’s doing, who are they going to call in for help?

Episode Five: The boys are adorable when they’re 5 and Wanda has lost her goddamn mind. This 100% has to be inspired from House of M because there’s no other explanation! She literally goes outside the barrier to tell the S.W.O.R.D. to fuck off or else. Director Hayward is a dick and sent a Stark missile ‘just in case.’ Her Sokovian accent returns when she’s angry, which is nice to hear again. We see the footage of her stealing Vision’s dead body (which was in PIECES BTW), and Vision becomes aware that she is controlling everything. He’s trying to tell her what she’s doing is wrong but she’s so lost in grief I don’t think she’ll ever realize what she’s done. Also, I believe there’s more at work here than just her powers. Someone had to influence her to do this because this is extreme, even for her. The commercial was extremely real too: “Logos. For when you make a mess you didn’t mean to.” It’s referring back to the mistake in Logos which lead to the accords and Civil War. I can only imagine the next commercial will be about Civil War or Infinity War. I also want to know what happened between Monica and Carol? And how does Vision still have the abilities of the Mind Stone if it was destroyed and he is dead? There’s no way she could have made a new one, is there? The end of the show kinda blew my mind, but I somewhat saw it coming. Pietro kept getting brought up and her kids said she could bring the dead back, so I started to wonder if that was going to be the cameo. It was, but it was the Quicksilver from the X-Men movies! Not the Pietro from Ultron! WHAT THE FUCK IS MARVEL DOING. 

Episode Six: I’m absolutely loving the new Pietro, or Peter as I know him, in this show. I’m pretty sure the boys are aware of this false reality to a degree as well, because Wanda can’t control them like she does everyone else. We saw Wanda expel a great amount of energy at the end! Last episode Vision figured out she was in control, so I was a bit surprised to see him going along with everything suddenly. However, he made his way to the edge of Westview to try and figure out what was going on so he was seemingly faking it for her. He does manage to get out, but it somewhat kills him in the process. Both their children get their powers, another speedster and a magical individual like Wanda, and that is how she’s able to find out Vision got out. Also, doesn’t this make them the first mutants born in the MCU since they were born with powers rather than given? In order to return him, she froze everything and expanded the barrier. By doing this she absorbed most of the S.W.O.R.D. and FBI agents who were there, including Darcy! I’m curious to see how Jimmy Woo and Monica plan to get in because she has made reference several times now to an individual who I am hoping is Reed Richards! This episode was far less stressful than the previous one though, which I found odd because she somewhat confirmed herself that she did everything. However, she doesn’t know how it began so I still wonder if someone else set this up for her and she just took control. 

Episode Seven: This episode overall felt more like what I expected the show to be. Things are making more sense and it immitaed The Office which is one of my favorite shows. It was actually inspired by The Office, which can be seen throughout the episode, NOT Modern Family! They said so! The commercial I didn’t understand but after doing some Googling it’s to my understanding that the Nexus is her, and she is now the bridge to the multiverse. So, there’s that. Vision and Darcy are the chaotic duo we didn’t know we needed, and it’s interesting that she told him everything about his past and he didn’t freak out. Obviously Wanda’s not in control anymore, as things around her are starting to act up without her knowing why. Billy also seems concerned because I think he can hear all the chaos going on in her mind. I was a bit worried that we didn’t see Peter during the episode, but this episode had the first end credit scene and he was there thankfully! I was disappointed that we didn’t get to see Reed Richards (the presumed aerospace engineer) but Moncia got her powers which was really exciting! I’m looking forward to seeing what she’s capable of. Something that wasn’t as shocking, because it fits in with the House of M theory, is Agness being Agatha Harkness and revealing this in the end, with a glorious song. The concerning bit is where are Wanda’s children? Because they’re missing and Agatha clearly has confidence that she can overpower Wanda to expose herself like that. Next episode I’m hoping we see Monica’s powers, Reed Richards, and Wanda fight Agatha (or Mephisto if he shows up). 

Episode Eight: Alright so a lot to cover here from a very emotional and informative episode. Hayward is a complete dick who has been manipulating Wanda. Not only did she NOT break in and steal Vision’s body, he showed it to her! She said goodbye and was ready to move on it seemed, but grief and her power won. She went to the plot of land that Vision had purchased them to have a family in where she unleashed the full brunt of her power, creating their home, turning the depressed little town into the sitcoms she loved watching, and made an all new Vision! She meant no harm and didn’t even know how she did it. But before we got to all that, we went through all of the traumatic moments of her life and saw her nearly lose herself in grief over and over again. We also learned that she was a baby witch whose powers were unlocked by the Mind Stone where we got a glimpse of all she could be: The Scarlet Witch. Fun Fact: the MCU couldn’t use the name Scarlet Witch until after they purchased Fox because it was an X-Men property. I’m a bit unclear on the role Agatha is playing but I imagine she sees Wanda as a magical threat right now since she can’t really control her abilities. Now as for the end, is she going to have to kill her Vision again? And what will happen to this new Vision? And her children? And Peter??? I’m stressed!!!

Episode Nine: I have to say overall I’m content with how it ended, but am fairly disappointed in several aspects. We never found out who the aerospace engineer was, which is deeply disappointing because I really wanted to see Reed Richards. I understand that not everything gets resolved in the MCU, but to mention the character as much as they did and not bring them in is kinda bullshit. Fake Pietro, or Peter if you will, wasn’t actually Peter from X-Men but some random dude who was Wanda’s real neighbor. This was disappointing cause it would’ve been a great opportunity to bring the X-Men into the MCU. And there was no Dr. Strange cameo, which I think was a missed opportunity to really connect Wanda to his next film. Even if he just showed up for a few seconds in the end credit scene, it would have been better than him not showing up at all! I did learn that Kevin Feige doesn’t want the shows to have too much going on so that people who only watch the movies aren’t lost. However, I think this is bullshit because these shows are part of the MCU so they need to have important information! Overall, I’m glad Wanda grew as a character and now has access to all her powers, also that she isolated herself to learn to control them, but it still feels a bit odd. There were two end-credit scenes: one that set up Monica in the next Captain Marvel movie and one that showed Wanda isolating herself and using astral projection to read the Darkhold. I’m also glad that this version of the Darkhold eliminated the one from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., hopefully that show is left untouched in the MCU because I have no interest in forcing myself to watch it just to have background on the characters (i.e. leave Quake out of the MCU for fucks sake).

General things I noticed throughout the series: references to the Hex were riddled throughout the intros and items on the snow and her “previously on WandaVision” got less enthusiastic each time. This show ended up being far more emotional than I anticipated and honestly, Marvel should just make high-quality shows like this from now on! Here is my ranking of the episodes, best to least best:

  • Episode 8
  • Episode 9
  • Episode 7
  • Episode 5
  • Episode 6
  • Episode 4
  • Episode 3
  • Episode 1
  • Episode 2

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Ahead of the Hell Curve

*credit for the title of this story goes to Fellow Alex who can be found here: LINK


Demons don’t believe in love. How can they, when they live and work in a place like Hell. It’s not all doom and gloom, depending on the level assignment, but there’s no bonding between them. Occasionally a friendship will form, but it never goes beyond that. 

But then there were rumors of a Demon falling in love with a college student; spending all his time with her. And another, Craven, who had befriended a human and would most likely fall for her at some point. And then there was Lucifer who, initially bound by a contract, befriended a human and put her in a high position of power when she died unexpectedly. It would only be a matter of time before he fell for her, assuming he hadn’t already. 

So the question had to be asked: Can a Demon fall in love? Sven didn’t know, but he was determined to find out what the appeal of a human was. 

He didn’t particularly like the land of the living. It was loud, dirty, and rather chaotic depending on where he went. But his determination knew no bounds. He was going to find out why humans were so appealing because it was only a matter of time before they walked into Hell like they owned the place.


Sven chose London to wander about because he enjoyed the English accents. He found that he had more of a Nordic accent and looked like a rustic Viking, according to several individuals he had already spoken to. He was fairly proud that he was handsome enough to attract the attention of these people, but they weren’t what he was looking for. 

He wasn’t sure what he was looking for actually, but he knew they weren’t it. It wasn’t the bold humans who were winning over the Demons, it was the quiet ones, the odd ones out. The ones who wanted nothing more than a friend in a world where people are too cruel.

He realized perhaps wandering the streets wasn’t the way to go, so he made his way into a quaint bookshop. The bookshop keeper mouthed a polite hello as he entered, clearly not wanting to disturb his customers with any noise. It was a quiet place with individuals reading in different seating areas. 

He glanced around and made his way to the back through the narrow bookshelf isles. The shelves reached the ceiling and he wondered how people were able to get up there. He reached the back and found a spiral staircase with a sign on it: “DO NOT ENTER.” 

Naturally he entered. He stepped over the sign and made his way up the spiral staircase, finding a large open room at the top with a few more bookshelves and a long window seat. A woman glanced up in a panic but looked relieved when she saw him. He casually walked over and glanced at the shelves, pretending he knew what he was doing.

“I thought you were the shopkeeper,” she whispered, “I’m not supposed to be up here. Neither are you!” she laughed softly. 

“I couldn’t help myself!” he whispered back, “A sign said no so my brain said yes,” he smirked and sat down. “What is this room?”

“As far as I can tell it’s the shopkeepers personal collection. It has some really old and delicate books, which is why they’re up here,” she smiled, “I’ve been sneaking up here for about a week now to read them.”

“And what happens if you get caught?”

“I’ll blame you because it’ll be your fault!” she chuckled. “But if you’d like to read with me, I recommend starting on that shelf,” she pointed to one nearby and returned to her reading. He made his way over to the shelf to browse. Just as he was getting a good look at everything, he heard someone making their way up the stairs. She looked up from her book in a panic and glanced at him. 

“Alright time to go,” he whispered and went over to her. He held his hand out and she took it curiously. In the blink of an eye they went from being upstairs in the off-limits room to being wedged between two bookshelves downstairs. She looked around confused and he smirked.

“How did you…?”

“I’ll explain later. Come on, it’s time to go.” He tugged her out of the store quickly and they somewhat ran off while laughing.

They slowed around the corner and she caught her breath.

“That was exhilarating! Seriously though, you did magic back there,” she lowered her voice, “Who are you?”

“My name is Sven, but the magic part is a story that maybe needs to be told over food?”

“Ok Sven, my name is Alva. There’s a good sandwich shop not far from here. Come on,” she held out her hand.


Sven sat across Alva with a sandwich and some hot tea, trying to figure out what his game plan here was. She watched him expectantly and curiously. 

“Alright so I doubt you’ll believe me, well you might since I teleported us, I’m a Demon. I came here to figure out what is so appealing about humans because it just, it baffles me!” he threw his hands in the air. “Demons keep falling in love with them! Even Lucifer got himself one and I don’t understand. What about you is so seductive?” he asked her, completely seriously.

“I mean, if you take me to a night club and get a few drinks in my I can give you a better idea,” she chuckled, “But I guess I understand? I’d probably pick a Demon over a human. We’re terrible,” she smirked.

“Well, you don’t seem terrible, but I’m still suspicious,” he raised an eyebrow. 

“Fair,” she shrugged, “if you end up curious though I’d be happy to have you join me for the rest of the day. I have some errands to run but I can take you to some cool places. The comic book store, some quirky store I never remember the name of, the CBD shop,” she smiled. 

“You would really be ok with a random Demon you met joining you for your day of errands?” he asked. 

“You did keep me from getting banned from my favorite bookstore, so yes!” 

He hummed and pondered this for a moment. “Ya alright why not. Maybe I’ll figure out what’s going on.”

“Maybe you’ll fall in love with me,” she winked. 

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m still not convinced Demons can fall in love so I’m not too concerned about falling in love with you.”

“I don’t know man, you wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t possible,” she shrugged, “Plus I’m pretty damn cool so, you best watch yourself,” she laughed and they finished eating. 


He did fall in love with her; not that same day, but not too long after they first met. 


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A Lonely Soul

Every night a young woman sits at home eating whatever she can find in her fridge and watches something she’s probably seen a hundred times. Watching new shows was too much of an emotional commitment. 

She sighed as she finished the new season of Lucifer, looking around the empty apartment. She liked living alone, don’t get her wrong, but she felt extra lonely lately. She didn’t really have any friends in this new city and didn’t know how to make them. Everyone at work was either a busy parent, not interesting, or someone she secretly didn’t like. 

However, as the Lucifer credits were rolling, she was struck with an idea. What if she tried selling her soul for friendship? She was most likely going to hell anyway, most people were based on the supposed religious regulations, so why not? She decided to try and Google what to do, and maybe go to the bookstore this weekend to grab a book about these things. 


She sat in the center of her spare room with a demonic circle and candles all around her, chanting something in Latin and hoping she wasn’t butchering it too much. She closed her eyes and opened them to find herself in a room lit by torches on the wall. The room was filled with books and a lovely red velvet couch set. She stood and looked around, unsure what she should do. A door opened and shut, and someone walked in behind her.

“Who are you?” a male voice asked. She turned around and came face-to-face with a tall, rather handsome man, wearing a black suit with a red tie.

“Um, I just,” she looked at the ground and noticed the circle around her feet, “I came to sell my soul…?”

“You don’t sound confident in that decision,” he quirked an eyebrow, “What is it you’re willing to sell your soul for?”

“Um, a friend.” She shifted her weight and clasped her hands behind her back.

“Just one friend or several?”

“Just one for now, maybe I can build up to two another time,” she smiled shyly. He stared at her for a moment trying to figure out if this was some sort of joke. 

“Let me get this straight. You somehow managed to transport yourself into my library so you could sell your soul for a friend?” 

“Yes. I butchered some Latin,” she shrugged, “I’m just really lonely ya know? I’ve been sleeping a lot…it’s hard…” Lucifer sighed and felt a strange urge to hug her. He resisted and internally scolded himself for pitying this woman.

“Alright, a soul for a friend. Perhaps two someday,” he smirked and summoned a document. The words wrote themselves, stipulating the terms of the contract and specifying that the friend would be a person of her choice. “Alright, prick your finger and place your thumb here,” he pointed to a space at the bottom of the document and a pin appeared next to it. 

“I hate needles…” She tried not to look as she pricked her finger and placed it on the space. There was a small whirl of wind around her and then the document disappeared.

“Alright! All set. Now, who did you pick as your friend?”

“Who did I what?”

“You were meant to pick a person. Did you not read the document?”

“You just told me to prick my finger, not to read it…” she muttered. 

“Wait, then were you thinking about anyone while you agreed?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“Well, to be honest, since you’re the only one here I was thinking about you.” His face went through a few expressions before he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Alright well, apparently I am your one friend now, because that’s what the contract stipulated and neither you nor I can break the contract. So, what would you like to do?”

“Um, I mean I wouldn’t mind just sitting in here and reading for a while…” 

“I suppose I have some things I could take care of from here. Alright, read away,” he gestured towards the bookshelves and walked over to sit at his desk. 


Lucifer didn’t mind the occasional company while completing his duties, or the trips to her apartment for dinner and quiet reading time. She was a fairly quiet and shy person in general, slowly opening up with some light prompting. He figured out she had depression fairly quickly, and tried to make their time together enjoyable to help her. He also made an effort to support her when she really did need a friend, which she appreciated.

The issue arose when she showed up in his throne room shaking. A reaper had walked her here after recognizing her in the new batch of dead souls. Lucifer walked in and looked shocked.

“What happened? How did you end up like this?”

“I don’t know,” she looked down at the ground, “The light was green and I thought it was safe to go…” a few tears rolled down her face. He shooed the reaper away and gave her a hug. She melted against him and began to sob. It was in this moment that he realized this shy, depressed, quiet woman had quickly become an important friend, possibly his best friend.

“Oh darling, come this way, you can stay here.” He led her to a spare room and got her some tea for the night. He was now somewhat in a difficult situation. She couldn’t just stay in his kingdom without some purpose, but he worried that putting her in a position where she reported to anyone but him would be too stressful for her. 

So, after a night of thinking, he settled for putting her in charge of an important department: Possession. All department heads reported directly to him, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. 


“All you have to do is sit here, hand out forms, accept forms, and approve or deny possession requests. It’s all up to you, so you can make someone’s day difficult if you’re in the mood,” he chuckled as he showed her the large desk. There were form piles on the desk, a large stamp that said approved, another that said denied, and a pen holder. She sat in the large, leather chair and tapped her fingers on the desk anxiously.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, even when I was alive I was never really in charge of anything. What if they don’t like me?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re in charge now and they’ll respect that. Plus, you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble because I trust you!” he smiled reassuringly. 

“Well, alright…I trust you too,” she smiled shyly and picked up a form to examine it.

“You can come and go as you please for the most part, but you do need to be here for a few hours a day at least. I’ll come by later and check in, ok?”

“Ok, I’ll be here in this chair,” she patted the armrest and leaned back to see how comfortable it was. He smiled and walked off.

She sat at the desk for a few minutes reading the forms to make sure she understood everything. The door opened and a demon walked in but came to a halt when he saw the woman at the desk.

“Who are you?”

“Oh hi,” she waved, “Uh, well Lucifer put me in charge of the Possession department,” she gulped, “What can I do for you?” she said as politely as she could muster. The demon eyed her and walked forward, placing a request form on her desk.

“I’d like to take possession of this person,” he grumbled. He knew he couldn’t be difficult because Lucifer would have his head, literally, but was beyond confused about this person who was and why they were in charge. She read over the form and set it down.

“You didn’t put a reason in the reason area,” she pointed at the blank space on the form.

“I’ve never needed to. It’s possession, why do I need a reason?”

“I mean, it’s on the form, so you gotta fill it out,” she shrugged. She spoke very softly, and seemed to genuinely believe he needed to fill out the entire form.

“That’s not, I don’t,” he groaned, “Fine!” He yanked the form off the desk and she flinched. He was going to get in trouble for that, he already knew.

“Could you um, please tell everyone that the form needs to be filled out all the way?” 

“I guess,” he muttered. He grumbled and walked off to fill out the rest of the form. The door shut behind him and she looked to her pen holder.

“I guess they can’t use my pens?” she asked herself. 


Lucifer sat at his dining table and watched his closest friend pick at her food.

“Did something happen today?”

“They’re just so, scary…” she sighed, “I told them I couldn’t approve anything unless they filled out the form all the way, so nothing got done today,” she glanced down, “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what? Nothing really gets done efficiently here. The fact that you’re actually making them fill out the form properly is great! Maybe they’ll get their shit together,” he rolled his eyes, “I can make them change form to enter so it’ll be less scary for you if you’d like.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“You’re,” he paused and took a deep breath, “You’re my best friend. I will do whatever I can to help make your time here as tolerable and possibly enjoyable as possible.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and laughed a little, “It is kinda funny to see them get really flustered. One even told me he couldn’t say anything to me that he wanted to or else he was screwed.”

“That is accurate,” he laughed, “If they do give you any trouble though, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll handle it right away.” 

“I will,” she smiled and finally began eating. Lucifer poured them some wine and began talking about what was happening in the world of the living.


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A Demonic Ham Sandwich

Every Thursday night at 6pm a woman in her mid-20’s made herself a ham and swiss sandwich, grabbed a snack-sized bag of chips, and put on a movie to enjoy before bed. After a few weeks she started getting creative with the mayo on the bread slices; creating patterns and designs before slathering it out. Sometimes they were planned designs, sometimes they were accidents. Tonight’s design was an accident.

She made a star and accidentally made a circle around it, all while humming a tune her mother had hummed a thousand times over. She put her plate together and turned around to find an extremely confused demon standing in her kitchen. She just blinked and stared at the oddly dressed individual while holding her plate. She couldn’t tell if he was staring back though because he wore dark sunglasses. He ran his fingers through his auburn hair and studied the woman standing before him.

“I’ll admit I’ve been summoned to strange places before, but never a kitchen with a confused woman,” he spoke in a British accent. She stared at him for a few moments before responding.

“I don’t recall summoning you…”

“Well you did so, are you a witch?”

“I mean, I have some crystals and an intro book to wicca but I wouldn’t say I’m an avid practitioner of witchcraft,” she shrugged slightly. 

“Well whatever you did brought me here so you might as well put me to use or something,” he crossed his arms.

“I can make you a sandwich and you can watch Frozen with me if you’d like. It’s movie night,” she smiled softly. 

“I don’t know what Frozen is.”

“Oh good, it’ll be fun for you. Here,” she held the plate out to him, “You take this one and go sit in the living room. I’ll make myself another.”

“Well, I suppose I had nothing else to do tonight.” He took the plate and walked into the living room. She watched him go before making herself a sandwich and joining him in the room. He sat on the floor in front of the far end of the couch, sunglasses placed on the coffee table. She sat on the opposite end, but actually on the couch.

“Alright movie time!” she smiled. She queued up the movie and began eating. 

He didn’t say anything during the film, or even really react in any noticeable way. As the credits came to an end, she paused the screen and watched him.

“So? What’d you think?”

“I think that was an absolute masterpiece,” he said, “I mean, why have I never heard of this movie before?” he asked, turning to her with a smile on his face. She was surprised to find that his eyes were not red or black like she expected, but rather a soft green. 

“It sounds like you don’t get out much so that’s probably why. There’s a second one as well.”

“There’s a second one?” he practically exclaimed. 

“Yes,” she laughed lightly, “If you come back next week at the same time we can watch it.” 

“Am I invited to return?”

“Sure. It’s kinda nice to have a movie buddy, normally I spend these nights alone.”

“I shall return then next Thursday for the second film,” he stood and brushed some crumbs off his jacket. “I’m Craven by the way,” he held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Kass,” she shook his hand lightly. “I’ll see you next week then.” He nodded, bowed dramatically, and faded into nothingness. 


True to his word, Craven showed up on Thursday right at 6pm to watch Frozen 2. And he cried twice. She gave him a fuzzy blanket to bundle up in, and about halfway through the movie he scooted onto the opposite end of the couch. 

“That was such a good movie,” he said, sniffling.

“I told you! They have some shorts as well, but maybe we can save those for next Thursday? I still have work tomorrow and generally try and read for an hour or two before bed.” She turned the TV off.

“That makes sense. What do you do?”

“I’m an editor at a publishing company. We only work 10-5 but I still try to go to bed by 11 or else I’ll be grumpy in the morning,” she smirked.

“I’m always grumpy,” he shrugged.

“You seem pretty chill here,” she chuckled. 

“This is basically a small vacation for me compared to Hell,” he laughed, “I’ll be back next week, get some rest,” he stood, bowed, and disappeared. She smiled softly and cleaned up everything, leaving the blanket on the couch for him next week. 


Every Thursday at 6pm on the dot, Craven showed up in her living room ready to watch a Disney movie and eat a sandwich. And every week he asked a single question about her, getting to know her slowly but surely. 

Because for the first time in thousands of years, Craven had a friend. 


“Steve asked me out today,” Kass said as she sat on the couch, handing him his plate.

“I told you he was into you! What did you say? How did he ask?” he asked, excitedly. He folded his legs up under the blanket and sat up to show his interest.

“I know you told me but for all I know you were meddling!” she pointed a finger at him.

“I only tempt people to be bad!”

“Ok fair,” she laughed, “Our lunch breaks overlap and he asked to sit with me, so we chatted for a bit and he asked if I wanted to get dinner this weekend. I said yes because he’s always been very polite to me, and others, and seems like a decent guy,” she shrugged.

“You’re blushing! That’s adorable!”

“Shut up!” she threw a pillow at him. “It’s just one dinner, I don’t know what will happen.”

“Perhaps, but you’re wonderful so I’m sure it’ll go well.”

“Thanks,” she giggled, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Just think, it’ll go well, you’ll keep dating, and then one day you’ll have to explain your peculiar demonic friend who watches Disney movies with you,” he laughed. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there. Now give me my pillow back!”

“You threw it at me!” He grabbed it and threw it back at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and he made a dorky face. “Turn on the movie! I’m ready to begin this journey.”

“Trust me, you aren’t,” she laughed and put Iron Man on. 


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Analyzing Gen Z Lingo

As a millennial, I find myself struggling to understand the new lingo used by Gen Z. It often becomes frustrating or confusing to try and have a conversation with them when they use these terms. Especially because I value thorough and in-depth conversations with well thought out responses, not one word responses. This post is an analysis of the terms I have encountered, don’t understand, or simply dislike. I have spoken to a few other millennials as well to see how they interpret these terms and included a few of their choices. 

Tings: This term is just the word “things” without the “h.” Why is the “h” removed? I couldn’t fucking tell you but it infuriates me. It is the shortening of a word that did not need shortening and it is used in peculiar phrases: “Rich girl tings,” and other phrases like that. It is often used in response to something that was just said and is somewhat in recognition of what was said. However, I’ve found that it doesn’t promote conversation and doesn’t really acknowledge what the person said. 

Period: The term “period” is often used as a singular response to statements. It is a form of agreement to what has been said, as well as a term of endearment. However, I’ve come to find that there is not really a way to respond to this term. The usage of the phrase does not allow for continuation of a conversation and does not continue the conversation itself. It is doing the opposite and not directly acknowledging what has been said. It is providing a generic response to something that can often make those who don’t understand the term feel as though what they have said is being ignored. In fact, the idea of a period is to end something, so it can be assumed that using the term “period” is ending a conversation. Personally, I have found it extremely difficult and taxing to attempt and respond to “period,” so instead I do not respond because there is no conversation to be had anymore. Here is an example:

“It’s been tough dealing with this quarantine and COVID situation. My mental health has gone up and down and I’ve had a difficult time focusing on things. I really hope this year it gets handled so we can go back to life as normal because I’m not sure how much longer I can survive like this!”


Here, I was sharing something personal and emotional. Instead of getting an appropriate response that acknowledged my feelings, shared their own personal experience, or continued the conversation, the response was borderline rude. While Gen Z may not feel this way about its usage, those of us who don’t use the term often find it difficult to respond to or rude. 

Sus: This term originates from the game Among Us and is the only term I comprehend and use on occasion. It is short for “suspicious,” and is used in a lightly accusatory sense. In the game it is used to accuse a person of being the imposter (the alien who is hiding amongst the crew trying to kill them all). In day-to-day life it is used to address something that is suspicious, such as a person’s behavior or the actions of a group. It is rarely used seriously, but in the game it is a heavy accusation. 

Repetition: This is not a term specifically, but rather a pattern I’ve seen when telling a story of some sort. After telling a story or sharing a piece of information about something that happened, the person will repeat back somewhat that was said with the phrase “She said…” in front of it, typically spoken with some sass. My issue with this phrase or pattern is that it doesn’t add anything to the conversation, just like responding with “period.” It is somewhat of an acknowledgment of what was said without adding anything to the conversation. Here is an example:

“It was really fun at first but after awhile it became too difficult to continue the friendship. They tried to convince me otherwise but I decided no more. Enough was enough.”

“She said no more.” 

Here, they picked out one moment of what was said and repeated it instead of asking for more details, checking to see if I was ok, or providing literally any other acknowledging response. The thing is, I already know what I said! It doesn’t need to be repeated back as if I don’t hear myself speaking. It makes no sense.                                                                       

While these are not all the phrases Gen Z uses, these are the ones I’ve encountered on a regular basis. Whenever we speak with someone who isn’t a close friend, how we speak to them needs to be adjusted. I wouldn’t speak to my family members the same way I speak to a friend. Regardless of who we speak to, until we’re comfortable with them and know we speak the same language we should make an effort to speak politely and clearly. We should also adjust our lingo accordingly. 

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