A lit ivory candle with an 8 pointed start for a flame, and roots for a base sit on a dark blue background surrounded by little stars. There's a curved sprig of leaves on either side of the candle,.

Dreamspace Studio

Nicole Myers
Nicole Myers
@astridsdreamspace@dreamspacestudio.net

Hi, I’m Nicole Myers—freelance writer, creative storyteller, and founder of Dreamspace Studio, where ideas echo across dimensions. I write professionally under my own name and creatively under my pen name, Astrid Saterlie.

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  • Trust Your Gut: Avoiding Scammy Freelance Opportunities

    Freelancing provides freedom but also requires self-vigilance in vetting clients. It’s essential to recognize red flags, such as vague job descriptions, unclear payment terms, or requests for free work. Trusting your instincts is crucial; if something feels wrong, it often is. Protecting your time and reputation is paramount in freelancing.

  • For the One Who Stayed

    The poem reflects a deep bond between the speaker and their dog, Monet. Through silent companionship, the dog offers comfort and understanding amidst sorrow. The speaker acknowledges the unconditional love and loyalty of their pet, vowing to create a nurturing life that honors their connection and expresses gratitude for such profound affection.

  • The Coffee Oracle

    The passage explores a ritualistic interaction with the metaphorical Coffee Oracle, reflecting the speaker’s struggles and perseverance. Through various coffee choices, the Oracle conveys insights about life’s complexities, embracing raw honesty over comfort. Each drink symbolizes different states of being, highlighting the tension between chaos and function in daily existence.

  • I Didn’t Neglect Her in Life, and I Won’t in Death

    The speaker reflects on their unwavering devotion to a loved one, detailing care during her life and commitment to honoring her memory after death. She is remembered through rituals, storytelling, and a continued emotional connection. The speaker vows to carry forward her love, emphasizing that devotion transcends physical presence.

  • The Walk Home

    It started like any other day. Coffee. Breakfast. A quiet moment to get dressed, put my hair up, feed Monet, walk him around the neighborhood. The mechanical rhythm of routine. Except today was the day I was bringing Gracie home. And nothing about that was ordinary. I wanted to rush out the door. I wanted…

  • Stillness in the House

    The house is filled with a profound stillness, marked not by absence but by a lingering pause. The absence of a familiar meow and playful presence creates an emptiness, while nature sounds fill the void. Whispering the pet’s name serves as a bittersweet reminder of the love once shared.

  • Access to the Stars

    Accessibility is a fundamental right, enabling all individuals to thrive, regardless of their abilities. Instead of forcing adaptation to inaccessible systems, we should embrace diverse needs with inclusive designs. Artificial intelligence can enhance accessibility without replacing human experiences, fostering collaboration that values neurodiversity and disability as strengths in technology development.

  • I’m Not Mad at the Dog. I’m Mad at the People

    The author expresses frustration towards Coco, a neglected dog, and her owners who failed to train or care for her. While Coco barks and acts out due to her lack of attention and structure, the author contrasts this with their own pet’s positive upbringing. The piece highlights the gap between love and accountability in pet…

  • The Sacred Act of Returning

    It is a holy thing —to step forward again.To gather the pieces of your fear,not in conquest,but in quiet recognition:Yes, I have been here before.And yes, it hurt.And still—I carry the flame. Not all victories roar.Some are a soft relighting.A candle cupped against the shaking winds,shielded by scarred hands,lit again by choice,and by love. We…

  • The Candle in the Storm

    It began with a single flame.Not a blaze.Not yet.Just enough to push back the dark;to be seen. A candle cradled in shaking hands,held out like a question:Can you see this? Will you carry it?Because one light alone is a prayer,but two—two is a promise. And when the wind came,it did not snuff it out.It spread.…