In this multidimensional collection, Nyx—the primordial goddess of night—is reimagined as a vessel of quiet resistance, maternal ferocity, and dream-bound grace. Through layered poems and speculative short stories, Nyx Unveiled traces her journey from cosmic origin to modern mythmaker, revealing the sacred power of shadow and the radical tenderness of a woman who births both death and dreams. 

These poems are not just words on a page; they are fragments of survival, echoes of motherhood, and the quiet rebellion of a woman reclaiming her voice. I wrote them in the margins of grief, in the pulse of advocacy, and in the stillness where healing begins. You’ll find pieces that speak to betrayal and longing, to neurodivergent motherhood and emotional justice. Some poems rage, some whisper, and some simply stand their ground. I’ve played with form—sonnets, pantoums, free verse, spoken cadence—not for the sake of craft alone, but to honor the emotional truth each moment demanded. This collection is for anyone who’s ever felt silenced, erased, or misunderstood. It’s for those who mother in the shadows, who love without a map, and who fight for clarity in systems built to confuse. It’s a mirror, a map, and a call to rise. Thank you for reading. Thank you for witnessing.
- Jasmine Padgett, Ink Rebellion

My short stories are portals—each one a whispered invitation into worlds where shadows speak, lineage matters, and truth is often cloaked in myth. Whether it’s Fae Nightshade uncovering her supernatural legacy in The Whispers of Shadowbrook, or the quiet ache and resilience woven through An Ideal Day, these pieces explore what it means to belong, to remember, and to reclaim. I write for the mythmakers, the mothers, the ones who live between light and shadow. My short stories explore legacy, belonging, and the magic hidden in everyday ache. From haunted towns to sacred journals, each piece is a portal. 

This section chronicles my work with SNHU. Through discussion board posts, journals, and assignments, I invite readers to witness the blooming of my work.”