These are a collection of misc. writings that are not long enough or detailed enough to have their own listing on My Stories list, please read them with kindness, as they have not been edited or changed from their original form (except when to protect the privacy of those involved)
“The Collected Works of Ms. Hazel Q. Cleftrift”
This potion making guide was a gift to my younger sibling a couple years ago for Christmas. We all drew names, and I got them, so I went ALL IN. They were big into potions, herbs, and fantasy at the time, so I wrote this as a gift to them. I typed it all up, and bought all the irl ingredients, put them in jars and potion bottles, and hand wrote the text in an old leatherbound notebook, trying to hide that it was my handwriting. Then it I put all the potion making ingredients and the book in an old trunk, and gave them the trunk on Christmas, claiming that I had "found it" at an estate sale.
They ate it UP. It was like, almost a year before they realized it wasn't really a mystical tome from ages past, and that the "potions" were just chemical reactions and cool tricks. I felt very proud. People told me I could make a bunch of the kits, and sell them on Etsy for like $500 each, but I decided it was more special if Cav had the only copy. Now though, I want to share the meat of it with you! It's one of my fav works, just because of how they reacted to it, and how they did all the experiments and were so happy to play with the stuff, I don't know of the content itself is good, but it means a lot to me.
Crunch
This one is short, just a basic vent piece I wrote during a bad mental health time. I showed it to E, and he said "You should keep this one to yourself, maybe don't let people see this..." but E doesn't read this blog anyway, and he doesn't care about what I write, so fuck it, here it is.
Her
This one I actually posted here as part of my blog! It's actually prose, but I didn't really mean for it to be? I like it a lot, but it's short and kinda personal, so I thought I should put it here.
"Chewing the Capacity"
This is a hard one... Last year (2023), my boss had a stroke, and I was forced to drive almost 2 hours one way 5+days a week to take care of him. He was out of his mind, naked, angry, afraid, and suicidal. I called the ambulance on him multiple times, but they kept telling me "he's fine, he's not in danger" and it took his wife coming back from a month long trip to convince him that he needed to got to the hospital. I was already suicidal myself at the time, and I actually kiiiinda attempted during this whole mess (note written, gun in mouth, thought of siblings, couldn't do it) so I was NOT in a good place.
This is an album I wrote during that month, I had the music in my head, and I'd scream the lyrics out in the car while I drove to and from his farm each day, as a way to get the feelings out. It's raw and hurt and full of emotions, but it was a very traumatic part of my life. The worry of "will I go to jail if I don't keep him alive?" "Can I just quit my job or is that murder?" "Should I help him try and kill himself?" every day, just so much mental strain. I still haven't quite shaken all the bad stuff from it, but I'm a LOT better now, and I look at this vent piece and cringe, yes, but I also still feel the hurt and trauma I got during that time, so it's important to me.
I have changed a few parts from their original wording to protect my boss's identity.
"The Freezer"
This one was a dream I had, one that really, seriously impacted me, and that I still think about to this day. It is deeply personal, and I treasure it. Because it's a dream, it may be a bit confusing in parts, or seem too "on the nose", but it's still an important part of my story.