angela hepworth
Bio
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Thank You, Makima
*Mild spoilers for Chainsaw Man, but nothing explicit!* I love anime and manga. I’ve loved it for a long time. But I’ll be the first to say it: anime and manga often lack good female characters. This especially goes for shonen anime, anime aimed at younger males, where the most important characters are almost always male. If there’s a female character, she’s usually there to be either a side character or the love interest. That’s the way it tends to go. Hey, I don’t make the rules.
By angela hepworth24 minutes ago in Geeks
The Elasticity of Opinions
Debates and disagreements on all things political, religious, economic, racial and social are very much a part of human life. As people, we are all so vastly different with unique lived experience, upbringings, viewpoints, and biases. If we operate in a world where we express ourselves and our thoughts and beliefs honestly with others, especially others who are in fact so different from us, debate is only natural. I have learned so, so much from talking about important subjects from debating with other people.
By angela hepworth10 days ago in The Swamp
Centipede
Melody rinsed the last of the toothpaste from her mouth, looking up at her reflection in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at her, the dark circles under them prominent. Her frizzy black curls were messy and pointing in nearly every direction. She’d had a long, aggravating day; her boss had been on her all day long, and she’d only gotten home an hour ago. Her body burned and ached with exhaustion. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep the night away.
By angela hepworth20 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
Dear Grandma
Grandma, I know you loved me, but would you love me now? By the time I was thirteen, you were gone. I cried for you—do you cry for me, now? What do you see when you see me? Are you happy? Are you disappointed? Do you hate me? Do you wish you could change me? Do you even see me at all? Do you see anything? Are you in the heaven you so strongly believed in? I don’t believe in that heaven anymore, Grandma. I wanted to. I tried for so long to believe, but I couldn’t keep pretending to feel something I didn’t, to believe so much I didn’t think was true. My last reason for holding onto heaven, onto God, was you. And no matter how hard I tried to talk to you through him, no matter how hard I cried and begged, you never answered back.
By angela hepworth25 days ago in Families