Skip to content

Author Archives

Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me.

I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with.

I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates).

One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog.

Black Tears.

As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember.

From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series).

Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it!

XX ,
Erika

Passing

I have lots of story ideas that I jot down and keep locked away on a password protected interface. Sometimes, I leave them here, to finish and post them to […]
Passing

10am

Same as it has been for the past few months My mind is somewhere else when I’m stolen from a dream Haunted by feelings that don’t seem to leave Two […]
10am

Octo-pied

A series of events have been keeping me away from draining these toxic thoughts onto a machine and out for the world to see. But that isn’t to say I […]
Octo-pied

Glitter Pot

If you ever want to feel truly loved; truly adored Make an artist fall in love with you Their unique adulations are never fake Never created for the own self […]
Glitter Pot

Marvel

She gazed upon the dotted the sky Marveling at the Universe Little did she know The Universe she lovingly admired Was already within her
Marvel