You’ve just wandered into my little corner of the internet, a cozy, slightly chaotic, and wonderfully unpredictable space where words are free to run wild. This is my personal playground, my digital diary, and my storytelling nook all rolled into one. Here, I get to blab about anything and everything that tickles my brain—my books, my poems, the ups and downs of my day, quirky observations, or just random thoughts that refuse to stay quiet.

The Chatterbox Stop isn’t about perfection, schedules, or structure—it’s about spontaneity, creativity, and sharing life as it comes. Sometimes you’ll find updates about my latest writing projects, sneak peeks at upcoming stories, or behind-the-scenes musings about what goes into creating a book. Other times, it might be a slice-of-life reflection, a silly thought, or even a rant about something totally random that caught my attention. Basically… if it pops into my head, it could end up here.

This page is a space for curiosity, connection, and imagination. I like to think of it as a cozy little stop where we can pause, sip some virtual coffee, and wander through whatever’s on my mind that day. New posts might appear daily, weekly, or whenever inspiration strikes—sometimes polished, sometimes messy, and sometimes just plain chaotic—but they’ll always be genuine, heartfelt, and full of whatever energy I happen to be carrying.

Beyond the writing and updates, the Chatterbox Stop is also a space for us to share in this journey together. Whether you’re here to peek behind the curtain of my creative process, get a taste of new projects before anyone else, or simply enjoy a whimsical ramble, you’re in the right place. Think of this as your front-row seat to the small triumphs, big ideas, tiny joys, and occasional chaos that come with living a life full of stories.

So, pull up a chair, get comfortable, and settle in. Wander through my words, laugh with me, groan with me, and maybe even discover something that sparks your own imagination. The Chatterbox Stop is a space that grows with every post, every thought, and every shared experience, and I’m thrilled you’re here to be a part of it.

Thank you for stopping by. Welcome to the chatter, the stories, the randomness… and the occasional ramble. Welcome to the Chatterbox Stop—where life, words, and whimsy collide.

28.9.25

Hello my loves 💛

I wanted to use this space today to be a little more serious than usual. Not every post can be jokes and rambles, because life isn’t always light — and I think it’s important to share that part too.

Lately, I’ve been struggling with feeling low. Not in a loud, dramatic way, but in that quiet, heavy way that sneaks into everything. I’ll be in class, surrounded by people, and still feel like I’m carrying a weight nobody else can see. On paper, things are fine: college is moving along, my friends are kind, my writing is still with me. But inside, I feel tired in a way that sleep doesn’t fix.

Writing, which has always been my safe place, hasn’t been protecting me as much as I’d like. Normally my stories give me freedom, joy, escape. This week, though, they’ve felt harder — like instead of helping me breathe, they’re reminding me how heavy my own thoughts are. And that hurts, because my books are so important to me.

I know these feelings pass. They always do. But when I’m in them, it’s hard to believe that. It feels endless, even though somewhere deep down I know it isn’t. What helps me is holding onto small things: a warm cup of water, music that makes me feel understood, a text from a friend, a walk outside where I can just exist without pressure. These little moments remind me that even when I don’t feel “okay,” I’m still here, and that matters.

If you’ve been feeling the same — heavy, tired, flat — I want you to know you’re not alone. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It means you’re human, and sometimes being human is hard. These low times don’t erase the good parts of us, they just sit beside them for a while until they fade.

So this is me, sharing honestly. Not for pity, but because I think we all need reminders that it’s okay to struggle, and it’s okay to say it out loud. If you’re in this place too, I’m with you. And if you’re not, I hope this helps you understand someone who is.

Love you all, always 💕

– skye 🐳

26.9.25

Hello my lovelies!! 💕

Okay, so first things first — HOW are you?? Tell me everything. What did you eat today? Did anything funny happen? Did you trip over thin air like I did this morning?? (yes, I tripped over nothing, 10/10 graceful moment ✨).

Life update: college is still college-ing. Some days it’s fun and exciting, other days it’s like being slapped in the face with a textbook 📚😂. Maths is still not my bestie (shocking, I know 🙃), but we’re surviving. English is… well, English. My teacher is slightly less terrifying this week, so maybe she got a good night’s sleep?? Miracles do happen, I guess.

OH speaking of sleep — I had the weirdest dream last night. Like, I was in a giant library where the books could talk 🗣️📖 and one of them yelled at me because I put it back on the wrong shelf. Rude?? But also kinda iconic. I woke up and immediately thought, “yep, that’s going into a short story someday.”

Also also — new writing coming soon 👀 I won’t spoil too much but let’s just say it involves stars ✨, secrets, and maybe a little chaos (aka me in story form). Keep your eyes peeled.

Random thought of the day: why do we say “I slept like a baby” when babies wake up every two hours crying?? 🤯 Like… no thank you?? I would like to sleep like a cat instead. Fifteen hours, no guilt. That’s the dream.

Anywayyy I should probably stop rambling before this turns into a novel (again). But hey, that’s what the Chatterbox Stop is for, right? Thanks for listening to my nonsense 💌

Love you all to bits!! 💕

– skye 🐙

25.9.25

Hello wonderful people!!
Wow it has been a hot minute since I posted a little ramble to you all 😅 Like seriously, time is weird. One second it’s Monday, then I blink and suddenly it’s Friday and I’m like… wait, what?? Did I time travel? Probably not (unless naps count as time travel 👀). Anyway. How are you?? How’s life? How’s your day been? What’ve you been up to?? Tell me everything, I’m nosy and I demand updates 💌

As for me — I’ve been so busy lately!! College is going really well actually, better than I expected 🥹 I’ve made friends (yay!!) which was honestly all I wanted out of this whole adventure. You know when you walk in and your brain’s like “oh no everyone already knows each other and you’re going to sit alone forever” 🫠 Yeah, that was me on the first day. But nope, turns out people are nice and sometimes you just… end up talking and suddenly you’re friends? Wild.

Maths, though. Let’s talk about maths. I’m struggling to keep up 🧮😭 But here’s the thing — very few people I know actually like it, so that makes me feel better. Like we’re all collectively suffering together, holding hands across the battlefield of equations. Strength in numbers (literally). My maths teacher is nice though, so that helps. He’s got that vibe of “I know you all hate this but let’s just get through it together.” Respect.

English… oof. To put it nicely, I hate the teacher and so does the rest of the class 😂 She’s just so grumpy?? Like every time she opens her mouth, I feel my soul leave my body just a little bit. Thank god she’s only a substitute. No shade (okay, maybe a little shade 🌚). But yeah, my patience is thin.

Oh, speaking of writing (see how my brain does this weird connection thing??) — new short story coming very soon!! 👀📚 I’m actually excited about this one. I’ve been drafting bits of it here and there between classes and it’s slowly turning into something I’m proud of. Fingers crossed I don’t get distracted by, idk, Netflix, before finishing it.

And then earlier I had this completely random thought (welcome to my brain): where is your soul in your body? 🤯 Like… is it in your brain? Your heart? Your stomach? Maybe your pinky toe?? I honestly have no idea. I feel like philosophers could fight about this for hours. Part of me wants to say the heart, because you know… feelings and stuff ❤️ But then the brain makes sense because that’s where thoughts live 🧠 But then… the toes. They’re suspicious. (Don’t ask me why, they just are.) Anyway. I wonder what your thoughts are on that.

Also I just realized — I haven’t told you yet!! Skye’s Pen has a whole new look ✨ It’s gone from red to blue 💙 Big makeover energy. Honestly it feels fresh, like when you cut your hair and suddenly life feels different?? That’s the vibe.

So yeah. That’s life right now: friends yay 🥰 maths boo 😤 English teacher double boo 😂 new stories on the way, random philosophical toe-soul thoughts, and a very blue website. I think that sums it up?? Or maybe I forgot something but that’s just how my brain works — like a shopping list with half the items missing 🙃

Anyway. Love you all so much 💕 Thanks for letting me rant at you, as always. Don’t forget to drink some water, eat a snack, and maybe think about where your soul lives tonight just for fun ✨

– skye 🌸

15.9.25

Hey y’all!! 🌟

So… I asked ChatGPT (yes, the robot that knows way too much about me and my little corner of the internet) to help me make a Q&A so you could get to know me better. BUT—here’s the thing—I told it to write in my style, because obviously, it knows all about Skye’s Pen, my website, and my weird little brain.

And now… somehow… it has turned into a very, VERY odd bunch of questions. Like, “If your writing were a creature, what noise would it make?” odd. 🐉🎶 But, being the brave and slightly chaotic writer I am, I went along with it anyway. And guess what? I gave it an odd bunch of answers too. Some make sense, some make zero sense, some might be trying to haunt your dreams with glittery semicolons. ✨;✨

So here we are. My very FIRST interview, featuring: me, my brain, a robot that tries to be me, and a whole bunch of questions that might ask things like “which fictional villain would you trust to edit your work?” or “if words were edible, what do they taste like?” 🍬☕ Spoiler: some answers involve rainbow spaghetti, marshmallow lightning, and gossiping pages.

Don’t take it too seriously—just have a giggle like I did while typing it. 😆 Maybe your coffee will snort. Maybe your cat will judge you. Maybe both. Either way… welcome to the chaos that is Skye’s brain meets AI. Enjoy.

- skye 😋

11.9.25

Listen up.

I am furious. I am sick to my stomach. And I am done sugarcoating what happened to Charlie Kirk. There isn’t a word brutal enough to describe it. I saw the footage up close—unfiltered, unedited. And what I saw was not just one man dying. It was humanity spitting in its own face. It was proof that we are circling the drain as a species.

People are commenting, “he was a husband,” “he was a father.” And yes, of course he was. My heart breaks for his family, for his children who now have to grow up without their father. But before all that—before the titles and roles and political labels—he was a human being. A living, breathing, laughing, flawed, complex person. And now he’s gone. Snuffed out in an instant.

And I swear, what makes me want to scream is seeing people cheer about it. Seeing people type “good riddance” because they didn’t like his political views. Let me say this as plainly as I can: If you are celebrating the violent death of another human being, you are part of the sickness destroying us. You are not righteous. You are not “fighting the good fight.” You are rotting inside.

I’ll be honest—I disagreed with Charlie Kirk’s politics. Strongly. Sometimes I was angry at him, sometimes I thought his words were dangerous, sometimes I thought he was flat-out wrong. But disagreeing with someone does not mean they deserve to die. It does not mean you clap when they are murdered. What the hell happened to us that we forgot that?

Violence is not justice. Murder is not debate. A bullet is not an argument. And anyone who thinks otherwise has abandoned humanity altogether.

We should all be ashamed. Every one of us. Ashamed that this happened. Ashamed that we let it get this far. Ashamed that people can die in public, on video, and the reaction is laughter, memes, and “well, I didn’t like him anyway.” Do you hear yourselves? Do you realize what you’re becoming?

This is not just about Charlie Kirk. This is about every single person who has been murdered because someone thought their life didn’t matter. Because someone disagreed. Because someone decided violence was easier than conversation. Charlie’s death is another brick in the wall of shame we’ve been building for years, and it should terrify us. It should disgust us. It should make us want to rip the whole damn wall down.

So yes, I am angry. I am angry at the killer. I am angry at the culture that breeds this violence. I am angry at the people who shrug it off. I am angry at the ones who cheer. I am angry at the ones who stay silent because they think silence keeps them safe. And I am angry at myself for even having to explain this—because it should be common sense: you don’t kill people because you don’t like their politics.

Charlie Kirk deserved to live. Period. End of story. And every single life taken by violence is another wound in the body of humanity. At some point, there won’t be anything left of us if we don’t wake up.

If you are not disgusted by this—if you can scroll past and feel nothing, or worse, if you smile—then you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself: What exactly have I become?

We are not winning. We are not “making progress.” We are rotting. And unless we find a way to remember the value of a single human life—any life—then maybe we don’t deserve to exist at all.

- skye

10.9.25

🌸 Hey folks! 🌸

So, if you’ve wandered over to the announcement page, you already know the cat is pretty much out of the bag: three new poetry collections are finally, finally, on their way to you. I know, I know—they’ve been sitting there under that “coming soon” label for so long it started to feel like a cosmic inside joke. Trust me, I cringed every time I saw it too.

Here’s the thing though: life sort of threw a brick at my head these past few months. My mum’s been really unwell, and it’s been… heavy. Like, carrying-a-backpack-full-of-wet-socks heavy. Watching someone you love struggle with their health is brutal, because you want to fix everything, but you can’t, and then you’re left pacing the kitchen at midnight trying to write poems that don’t sound like you’re just screaming into the void. (Spoiler: sometimes they still do.)

On top of that, I’ve been fighting with myself in the mirror (and losing most days). My brain keeps telling me I’m too loud, too excitable, too much for the room. Some days I believe it, other days I decide “screw it” and laugh too hard anyway. And in the middle of all this chaos, guess what? I’m starting my first year of what I’m calling junior college next week. 🎉 Cue the confetti cannons and also the absolute terror.

I’m equal parts terrified and thrilled. Terrified because walking into a room full of strangers is basically my worst nightmare, and thrilled because—well, I’ve wanted new friends for the longest time. The awkward kind of friends who stay up too late and laugh about stupid things. The sort of people who don’t look at me like I need a volume button. Maybe I’ll find them there. Maybe I won’t. But I’ve decided I’m showing up as me—messy handwriting, nervous laughter, too many ideas, and all.

Anyway, enough about me—what about you? Have you been to college? Did you love it, hate it, cry in the bathroom between classes, live off instant noodles, or accidentally join a society you couldn’t escape? I need stories, warnings, encouragement, caffeine recommendations—throw it all my way.

And in the meantime, keep your eyes peeled. Because those three “coming soon” poetry collections? They’re no longer hiding in the shadows. They’re nearly ready to step out into the world—dragging me, and my chaos, right along with them. ✨

- skye 😋

9.9.25

🌟 Hey! Welcome to my very first blab on the Chatterbox Stop! 🌟

Honestly… I’ll probably forget this page exists in a few days (oops 😅), but for right now, I’m here, and that’s what counts! So, why don’t we kick things off with a little get-to-know-me session? I think that’s always fun, don’t you?

Okay, here we go: my name is Skye (obviously 😏), and I’m 15 years old. My birthday is March 31st, so yes, I’m a spring baby! My favorite color is pink, but I also have a soft spot for blue and red—basically, I’m indecisive when it comes to colors, but that just keeps things interesting, right? I love to wear dresses because they feel fun and fancy, but I’ll be honest… I’m a little insecure about my chubby legs. Hey, nobody’s perfect!

I’m all about sharing little pieces of myself here, and I’d love to get to know you too. So… tell me about yourself! What’s your name? Your favorite color, book, or movie? Do you have any weird quirks, random obsessions, or little things that make you smile?

- Skye