I’m a physically disabled woman that writes stories and poetry. I’m passionate about every I write, but I tend to lean towards the darker themes of life.
I’m a physically disabled woman that writes stories and poetry. I’m passionate about every I write, but I tend to lean towards the darker themes of life.
This scene is intended for Lilith and Kyler when they had devised a plan to infiltrate Prince Aeron’s castle. They snuck in as guests for the prince’s celebration and the plan was for Lilith to find the perfect hiding spot when she had the opportunity, Aesira would lure the prince away from the celebration, Kyler would get the jump on him and Lilith would use her powers and skills to torture them ...
When it comes to my ideal target audience, there’s a few of them. The first, is children as my story is a memoir written for this age group. I hope to promote inclusivity and acceptance of children with disabilities when it comes to their able bodied peers. My memoir focuses on my personal experiences as a physically disabled person. I have Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 2 (SMA2), it’s a progressive...
Join me; Crystal, aka SuperGimpChick, on an inspiring journey through my remarkable life with Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 2 (SMA2) in "Little Warrior: Tales Of SuperGimpChick."
This poignant and uplifting autobiography series unfolds as an engaging children's stories. Each book retracing my path from age four and onward.
I faced formidable challenges with candor and wit. These included cancer o...
_This poem is dedicated to anyone that has a disability or chronic illness, or even both. You are not alone. You are seen. You will be heard. Stay strong. ~ Crystal___
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**_Stories In Blood & Ink by SuperGimpChick_**__
_We fight—not by choice, but by necessity,_
_navigating the labyrinths of care,_
_a ceaseless skirmish with "real" doctors,_
_“real” nurses, “real” specialists cloaked in whi...
In shadowed woods where whispers softly dwell,
Among the pines where secrets come to life,
There lurks a truth that you alone possess,
The wild, untamed wolf that lies within.
Not for the day’s soft light or gentle touch,
Nor for the world’s adorned and polished ways,
I crave the raw, the stark, the primal call,
The song that from your deepest heart resounds.
Speak not of roses basking in the li...