Our world was built from words. Words have the power to construct communities, rupture relationships, and transform thinking. With the right wordsmith holding the pen, your story can come to life.

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Content/Feature Writing

Need content for your magazine/website? I can create blogs, articles, and/or business write-ups in your desired length to inform and captivate your audience.

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Ghostwriting

Compelled to share your voice but not sure how to get your thoughts on the page? I can take your thoughts and turn them into pages. Together, we can make a great team.

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Editing

Want someone to look over your body of text and offer proofreading, structural editing and maybe a little rewriting? I’m precise and enjoy the nitty-gritty.

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Fiction: Works In Progress

Outside the window, a sparrow paused mid-flight; her mud wings laced around the fingers of an invisible puppeteer as he dangled her life against the blue curtain. Her feathers were rigid as a stick, and her beak frozen in time. A static rainbow moved vertically across her like on a television screen. Drunk in slumber, Scarlett instinctively searched for a remote control to change the channel, but it was only when her vision shifted from peripheral to focus, that she realised that the sparrow had already landed on the building with ease. Not a hint of struggle lingered in the air for the bird, but for Scarlett’s own mind that was surely longing to fly free.

(Draft 1) Excerpt from Scarlett’s story, Reflections In A Needle

“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”

Sylvia Plath

Blog: Creative Writing & Other Work

  • Words: Do You See It?
    by Crystal
    There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed – Hemingway. What do words mean to you? If words become something tangible from our minds onto a book or screen for an audience to enjoy, then perhaps there is no limit to writing. It’s purely subjective. Is there anything that you can predict or control entirely in this world quite like your writings? They are your creations, after all. So, if you want your character to jump off a building, attempting a fall, and then massive glorious wings sprout … Read more
  • Where We Call Home
    by Crystal
    I carry you in my smileThough seas sometimes separate us, and often our sunsets differI carry you in the way I loveThough FaceTime temporarily mends the missing And phone calls attempt to fill the distance I carry you in my everyday happenings In the way I love animals, the ocean, and gazing at the stars And how I lose hours wondering about God, life, and existence Though time is never enough when we’re together, and always too much when we’re apart I carry you in my laugh and zest for life In my curious eyes and … Read more
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Happy update: my micro fiction piece, 'Bedtime Stories', has also been featured on Spillwords Press 🌙👋🏼 it can be read on https://spillwords.com/bedtime-stories-by-crystal-lee/ beautiful places and events these last few months, too many to count // learning to soak in the ebbs and flows // exploring new cultures & discovering new cities // grateful for the opportunity to take things slow while also speeding through new adventures & beginnings // woke up with a peaceful heart, rested body & a renewed appreciation for the miracle of life 🌱 Here’s my little secret: often, in these moments of creating, I imagine words peeking over my shoulder. If words were something real and very much alive, he would be a large puffy cloud of whiteness – like a walking tuft of candy floss, with tiny glasses and friendly eyes. His presence is soothing. As I frantically capture my thoughts into a story, he offers a warm hug and a cup of tea. He makes you feel safe. Somehow, he just gets you. “Hold fast to dreams, I was driving home late one night. And like all night drives home, I never fully stopped at any red traffic lights on the way, but hovered from afar, slowly approached, then hit the accelerator when the light turned green. I read about this many years ago, and it stuck. Crime in the 21st century: we've made subtle adjustments as women, they've become so deeply ingrained in who we are, we forget that it's there until we speak to other female friends, or the males in our life and learn that they've never thought/feared/observed/imprinted the same things we have. I noticed that the car behind me was doing the same - keeping a safe distance between vehicles, slowing down when a traffic light turns red, but never coming to a complete stop. I looked over when the vehicle passed me, wondering whether the driver was also a woman. And sure enough, she was. A young woman who had no idea who I was and that I think like her. Be vigilant. Think ahead. Prepare to get away. Don't be closed in. Onto my third book for the year & proud, lol. My first time reading Animal Farm = raw, terrifying, honest & painful in all the best ways. I'm still recovering from Orwell's ability to equate humans to pigs and driving a knife through my heart with the ending. The Miniaturist = surprising, unpredictable, poetic & the kinda novel that makes you feel like you're a kid again & hooked on digesting books for survival. The Gifts Of Imperfection = current read on wholehearted living, borrowed from a colleague - keen for the wholesomeness 🌿🌞
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When I was a kid, a wild and exquisite being cast a spell on me. 
Failing to extinguish the magic, I allowed it to dwell in my space. 
In return, I required nothing less than this being's irrevocable devotion to creating within me a world in which we could coexist. 
We set off to build a world that would curtain the harshness of humanity and to fill it with heroes and creatures we could both fall in love with.