CHANNILLO
No Mal
By Cassie Wells

Series Description:

One time, I went to a commune in the middle of the jungle, and I slept in a temple full of crystals, iguanas, and strangers. And we divulged our deepest secrets to each other for 18 hours a day on dirty mattresses. There were no mirrors, no clocks, no batteries, no plastics, no coffee, no alcohol. I was told when to eat, drink water, sleep, talk, make eye contact, and pee. 

If you found this series by Googling ayahuasca trips and how often or not you will throw up and/or shit your pants, this is not the series for you. This series is about trusting my gut, being knee-bobbing honest, and coming to terms with myself after years of searching for answers. If you're looking for answers, maybe I can help. Just be sure to come as you are, dressed in white, and ask yourself: Who is in?

Category/Genre(s): Adult Fiction, Humor, Journal Entries, Short Stories
Updated: Every Other Week
Status: Ongoing



Author Bio For Cassie Wells:

Born in Valparaiso, Indiana in the 1980s, Cassie grew up surrounded by 3 sisters, cows, and corn. She survived cystic acne, the suburbs, and traveling the country/world trying to find a place where she fit in. Spoiler alert: she has yet to find it.

An outsider to the core, but a physical mix between a woman you'd ask for directions and a D-rate Jennifer Aniston (thanks, Accutane), she's found herself on a quest to find out why. Why she never fit in, why she relates to street rats and fortune-tellers over suburbanites, and why she feels the need to...well...consistently f*ck shit up.

She resides in the wholesome heartland of America, Las Vegas, with her 2 grouchy cats, 1 big dog, 1 small child, and 1 regular-size husband. She enjoys taking classes for a few months and slowly becoming overwhelmed with the social awkwardness they bring... and rollerblading.







Series Description:

One time, I went to a commune in the middle of the jungle, and I slept in a temple full of crystals, iguanas, and strangers. And we divulged our deepest secrets to each other for 18 hours a day on dirty mattresses. There were no mirrors, no clocks, no batteries, no plastics, no coffee, no alcohol. I was told when to eat, drink water, sleep, talk, make eye contact, and pee. 

If you found this series by Googling ayahuasca trips and how often or not you will throw up and/or shit your pants, this is not the series for you. This series is about trusting my gut, being knee-bobbing honest, and coming to terms with myself after years of searching for answers. If you're looking for answers, maybe I can help. Just be sure to come as you are, dressed in white, and ask yourself: Who is in?

Category/Genre(s): Adult Fiction, Humor, Journal Entries, Short Stories
Updated: Every Other Week
Status: Ongoing


Author Bio For Cassie Wells:

Born in Valparaiso, Indiana in the 1980s, Cassie grew up surrounded by 3 sisters, cows, and corn. She survived cystic acne, the suburbs, and traveling the country/world trying to find a place where she fit in. Spoiler alert: she has yet to find it.

An outsider to the core, but a physical mix between a woman you'd ask for directions and a D-rate Jennifer Aniston (thanks, Accutane), she's found herself on a quest to find out why. Why she never fit in, why she relates to street rats and fortune-tellers over suburbanites, and why she feels the need to...well...consistently f*ck shit up.

She resides in the wholesome heartland of America, Las Vegas, with her 2 grouchy cats, 1 big dog, 1 small child, and 1 regular-size husband. She enjoys taking classes for a few months and slowly becoming overwhelmed with the social awkwardness they bring... and rollerblading.