Hello! My name is Auby Sparksfield! (:
I love cracking my knuckles and admiring daisies. I would love very much to sit in the middle of a field of daisies and write the whole day long, with a scarf around my neck and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in my hands. You are welcome to join me sometimes. If you can’t, I hope my writing brings you there and my daisies will bless you for having traveled to the thousand worlds with me. Also,
If you are intending to give me gifts, I would really appreciate a hat with a daisy on it.
If you are intending to ask me for a date, I would really appreciate a trip down to the florist to get some daisies.
If you are intending to email me, I will attach reply those who attach a picture of daisies first.
If you are intending to just stop by and then leave, my daisies will bless you nonetheless.
But do check out my non-fiction writing and lifestyle blog here. My daisies will bless you there as well.
Love, Ms. Auby Sparksfield
P.S: Please do not call me Auby, even if you do know me personally.
Self-Introduction © 2013 by Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.
My first attempt on food writing can be seen here! 🙂 Hope you enjoy!
I now have a non-fiction writing blog! These are my non-fiction writing pieces, which are pretty amateur and experimental since I haven’t written non-fiction before at all. The blog is started to document my progress in my Creative Writing Non-Fiction class. Feel free to browse and leave comments!
Ms. Auby Sparksfield
If Humans Could Photosynthesize
- We would be green. With chlorophyll, not envy.
- We would be at war with plants for resources: air.
- Khaki green would be the new fashion statement. Snooki would look khaki green.
- The Hulk would be underrated.
- People wouldn’t Instagram food all the time.
- Hats or caps will make our faces turn yellow.
- We would be skinny, for there would be no late night suppers to fatten us up.
- People would be playing outside, not inside.
- Women wouldn’t have to cook for men.
- Soldiers would be naked.
If Humans Could Photosynthesize © 2013 by Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.
Tumours and Pus – Why do you not eat durians?!
The smell was repulsive. It snuck up my nostrils and into my lungs without gaining my permission for access. The oddly-shaped shell was grotesque. It was green, like moss, maybe like grass. It was spiky and somewhat dome-shaped, like one of those badly styled hairdos that stuck. People wore gloves when pinning them down, stabbing them with choppers or knives. They worked like butchers, chopping down hard, rearranging their meat into another choppable position, and then withdrawing bloodied intestines or fats and throwing them into a nearby dustbin. The only difference was a pale, flesh-colored lump was fished out from the shell instead of bloodied intestines. It was sticky and residue stuck to the hands of those who fished them out of the green tumour, the colour of which reminded me of the pus that burst out from squeezing an infected pimple. They tossed the solid pus into a plate, and then tossed it over to my table. I stared at the man and then at my Godmother, who looked expectantly at me. She picked one of the solid pus out and put it into her mouth. I turned to a dustbin next to me, which was filled with what was left of the green tumours and the nucleus of the solid pus. My lunch came up in a sort of liquid bile that looked and smelled no different from that solid pus she was putting in her mouth.
“I don’t get how you can eat stinky tofu and not like this, Ellie,” was her kind and gentle remark. “Here. Try one. You will love it.”
I winced as I cleaned my mouth. I took one from the plate and nibbled a little. Some of the residue stuck between the gaps of my teeth in strands. I retched. When my Godmother turned, I tossed it into the dustbin I puked in. It sank beneath my lunch and blended in. She could never tell.
Tumours and Pus © 2013 by Auby Sparksfield. All rights reserved.