rambling

I am not mother tongue English. Duh. My writing is weird, I know. I am trying to improve, but I will never sound native. I will edit better the short stories I post here. TabbySwan is supposed to be fun and silly. TabbySwan can be fun and silly, and still have better grammar. I’m trying […]

There is a fluffy, long, and noisy bee in my room as I am preparing to write this; and much like her, I am struggling to find a path. The bee is zigzagging up and down trying to find a crack small enough to set itself free. Fun fact, I am allergic to bees, the […]

I was thinking about something personal, but I am a persona and not a person. I remember when I screamed at the man with a sheep tied to his waist, my hands were fighting not to bury my nails on his rotten flesh. But I am a lady and I did not, I screamed instead. […]