And the Flash Fiction Returns!

Hello again!

I feel like I have neglected a task that I came to love . . . a lot! I got really busy with the last few weeks of school and then with job hunting and prepping . . . well you saw you my last post. If not click here! But anyway, on the to the wonderful way of combating writers block!

Prompt: I Love Crazy

Sophia walked out of the tall building onto the busy side walk, chewing at her lower lip and wringing her hands together. She couldn’t believe she had a mental breakdown in front of Bill last night. She was supposed to be okay or at least fine after years and years of therapy.

Apparently not.

Today was supposed to be her last session before checkup sessions but nope. She messed up and got in too deep with Bill. She fell in love and gave him her trust.

Stupid Sophia.

She forced herself through the crowd of speed walkers, doing her best to not get hit.

She wouldn’t be surprised if Bill deleted her number by now. She was crazy. She knew and now he did too. She violently shook her head and groaned.

“Stupid! Stupid!” She tightly clutched her purse to her side and picked up speed.

“Watch your step lady!” A man growled as she tried to pass.

“Sorry!” She put her head down as the man bumped into her shoulder. She couldn’t even walk correctly. She began to pick up her pace hoping she would reach her apartment as fast as possible but time seemed too slow. The crowd grew larger and the holes of escape thinned. She was tired.

Sophia looked around for an empty spot beside a building and hid there, taking deep slow breaths.

“Rough day?” A male voice said in her ear. Turning her head, she met familiar eyes.

“Bill?” Her eyes widened as she scanned the tall, dark-haired man. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I’d come see you.” He smiled.

“I – Why?” She found her free hand roaming for a place to settle.

“Because I love you.” He squinted his eyes and looked away a tinge of red coloring his cheeks.

Sophia eyes softened and she touched her heart. “Me? Really?”

He nodded and smirked.

“But why?” A tinge of sadness swirled in her eyes as she remembered screaming and yelling at him. “I-I’ve got so many problems. I’m not normal. I have to go to therapy all the time even when I think I’m okay, Bill. I’m crazy.”

“I don’t care.” Bill said and rest a hand on her cheek. “You’re fucking amazing and I love crazy. I love you.”

Sophia dipped her head down and smiled. Maybe she wasn’t as crazy as she thought. Someone loved her back. She rose her head and swept her hair out of her face.

“Want to get food?” She smiled and he nodded.

I am so tired . . . NEW VIDEO ha!

Hi everyone!

I am really tired right now. Probably because I haven’t been doing much moving lately. Just sitting in the house. Trying to be productive. While dying of boredom.

But anyway, I have finally uploaded a video after a while of not uploading any content. I hope that I can be more brave this time and just upload what I want and upload things that help me get out of my comfort zone. I am also trying to find out who I am and through reading this blog and watching my channel you’ll be right there in the same boat with me. I forgot to mention that in this video but I might upload another video where I talk about that if you all think that’s cool.

Here’s the video!

I’ll post a new flash fiction next week!

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

Well It’s Been a Minute…

Hi everyone!

It’s been a while since I have posted on here. Well, at least it feels like it’s been a while. I graduated and then went into visit friends before they move mode and hibernation mode. I slept . . . a lot. Oh look photos . . .

Anyway, I have decided that this blog is going to go under construction for a few days (maybe longer if I slip back into hibernation). The reason are:

  1. People call me Kikyo but no one in real life or online calls me KikyoHatake so I want to change to Tiara Kikyo Giles. It’s already how you find me on twitter and instagram so why not? (YouTube will also be changed to this)
  2. I someday hope to publish and/or create television shows (like a K-drama maybe? Yeah. That’s a dream. Haha) so KikyoHatake isn’t what I would want people to call me. Either Tiara, Tiara Kikyo, Tiara Kikyo Giles, or Tiara Giles but not kikyoHatake.
  3. The name change also feels like it can help broaden my blog and YouTube channel’s content.
  4. Every post will still be here (side note: I can’t change my Facebook username. They trife).

I am also reconstructing my YouTube Channel. The name will change and the videos will go to private (I really need a fresh start from the tube) except the new video that I upload which I will post about on here for those who do not see this post. The video will show the reason why I wanted to reconstruct my YouTube as well.

Anyway, once all that is done flash fictions will return and so will other things! Maybe one day I’ll be able to afford to get an owned url. Ha.

See you soon!

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles


*after a college century*

YO!!! HOW Y’ALL BEEN?! It’s been a while. I’ve been swamped with that last semester in college life BUT YEAH! I’ve been obsessed with Kendrick Lamar’s new song and Logic’s new song. So, it’s all I’ve been listening to. I’ll go back to my normal playlist soon. Lol.

Here is a quick video where I hinted to the YouTube watchers of my channel about the type of job I’m going for. I’ve already told you guys on the blog (link here) I haven’t gotten any offers yet with placements yet but I’m still hopeful and still trying to save.


Prompt: One kiss, as soft as a sigh

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I almost lost him. But you didn’t. But I could have. He could have died. But he didn’t. Maybe not physically but what if I killed something inside of him? He seemed so distant and quiet after I picked him up from the fire. His eyes were empty and red. He was soaking wet. The only thing alive was grip his fingers had around mine when I pulled him to my car.

I folded my arms as I stood over my couch and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He murmured something as he rolled his body in my direction. My eyes fell on his lips and the urge to kiss him gripped my throat like a vice. I leaned over him. Nerves pricked at the tips of fingers as I pushed his hair aside.

My roommates are going to kill me when they wake up. I thought as I touched my lips with his. One kiss, as soft as a sigh was all I could do tonight. A soft groan slipped his lips as I pulled away. I wasn’t ready to face what was coming tomorrow but tomorrow was inevitable.

Teaching English in South Korea, Maybe?

Hi folks!


Last year I created a GoFundMe campaign so I could study abroad. However, that didn’t work out. I was only able to raise enough to buy the digital camera I needed for the trip and nothing more.

Now, I want to try again. I have a minimum wage work-study job on campus so it doesn’t pay much. Saving has been kind of hard. I decided to do another GoFundMe campaign to help me actually get to my goal of teaching overseas. I feel like this is a great way to serve a community and truly get to know another culture besides my own.

You don’t have to donate if you don’t want to. If you do, I really appreciate it! I want to keep you guys updated on my life decisions. That includes my dreams, successes, and failures as a new adult.

When I do go to South Korea I’m going to be making tons of videos about my experiences and writing blog posts. Of course, the flash fictions will still be there.

Anyway, here’s the link to the GoFundMe. Share away and help a sister out if you can.

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyohatake” Giles

Flash Five!

Hello all! It’s Spring Break and I’m doing nothing. Okay, well not completely nothing. I went to visit my high school best friends for the weekend (I already miss them) and I am working this week. I’m just not taking classes.

Anyway . . . here is this week’s Flash Fiction! (Taking a break from Ace and Janie)


Prompt: “I can’t”


“I’ll post the slides on the course site this weekend. I will see you all on Monday.” My professor said as I scribbled down the last of his PowerPoint.

“You should go talk to him.” My friend Siera said.

“Talk to who?” I said.

“Jace he was totally checking you out.” Siera said pointing at the broad shouldered man across the room.

Jace was the star athlete on the football field and the smartest guy in the history department. He was a level of attractiveness that melted you into a pool of goop. The kind of guy that made your mouth fall clean off. He was too beautiful for girls like me. I was pretty but I was nothing like the flock of girls huddled around him.

“Oh no.” I said. The bird like females pretended to be clueless about the notes. God he’s so nice. Why is he helping them? “Remember what happened the last time you made me talk to him?”

“That was before Ben! You’re a different woman now. You know how to flirt!” Siera said slapping me on the shoulder.

I shook my head as the class emptied. Ben was her my boyfriend. We dated for eight months before he shattered my heart and self-esteem into a million pieces.

“I can’t. I can’t talk to him.” I said. It was easier to talk to Jace when I was dating Ben. “I don’t even like jocks.”

“I know, but you need the confidence booster.” Siera said.

“Siera, I’m just not cut out for a successful . . . anything with boys. We’ve already established that.” I said heading towards the exit.

“Wait! He’s leaving!” Siera said. She grabbed my shirt and I went flying into hard muscle.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” I said. I had slammed into Jace and oh my god . . . he looked even better up close. I wanted to die. His blue eyes glinted as he released me from his hold. I looked around and Siera was gone. We were the only ones left. “My friend’s a jerk.”

“It’s okay.” Jace said and laughed.

“She’s just dead set on throwing me towards any random hot guy she can think.” I said. “I didn’t mean to slam into you.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jace said, lifting an eyebrow.

“No . . . wait! I mean. I do but . . .” I said and placed my fingers between my brows. “Ugh! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. This is so embarrassing.”

Jace laughed again and I felt myself dying. I always seemed to speak without thinking around him. Ugh! I am so going to kill Siera.

“I think your cute too if that helps.”

“I’m just going to – wait what?” I said. Did he actually say that?

“Catch you later, Renni.” He said and tucked hair behind my left ear before leaving the classroom. I didn’t completely die, but I could feel my cheeks burning. I must’ve looked like a spotted tomato. Siera got so lucky.

Flashy Monday’s Y’all!

I am surprised I was able to even start on this flash fiction. I uploaded a YouTube video but . . . y’all . . . this week has already been a long one. I ended up losing my apartment on Monday due to a fire and busted pipeline that followed almost immediately after an attempted robbery. I’ll attach the video at the end of this once it’s uploaded but this week has been so stressful. Being displaced from my home during midterm season was not fun at all.

So, this flash fiction is inspired by the event and the prompt couldn’t be any more ironic. It is also probably the lamest one that I will write.

Part 1
Part 2

Prompt: Who knew tears could burn?

I woke to the sound of a loud siren.

“What the hell?” I said, rubbing my eyes. It had been three days since I heard from Janie. Bright white lights cut through my windows as my eyes focused. My body and sheets were drenched. She’s perfect and you have depression.

“Ace! Wake the fuck up!” I heard my roommate pounding on my door.

“Is it real?” I said swinging the door open. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. She didn’t want me.

“Hell yeah! The place above us just went up in flames bro.” He said. He was wrapped in a rain coat and rain boots were on his feet.

“Shit.” I said as the water from the sprinklers began to blind my vision as we waded towards the front door. Janie had fucked me and left. She didn’t want me. I noticed a dry handkerchief sitting on an end table. It was Janie’s. I turned it over wondering how this could be dry while everything else was soaked and destroyed. Hot liquid fell down my face. Did she cry when she left? Was walking away from us as hard for her as it was for me? My ears grew numb from the noise and time seemed to slow. The liquid running down my cheeks felt like hot coals. Who knew tears could burn?

“Ace! Hurry up! It’s a fucking fire!” My roommate yelled. I balled the handkerchief in my hand and ran out the door.