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Quilling Leaves

United States

I love to read and write. I like the books Keeper of the Lost Cities, Percy Jackson, and Wings of Fire. I could rant for hours about Percy Jackson. I think Keefe is best for Sophie. I like the night sky too. I also believe in Jesus Christ.

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I am a child of Christ the Lord. I'm an animal lover and love to read and write. I'm homeschooled and part of 4-H. I love nature and outdoors. I love fall and the night sky. I'm a Love to take photography and drawing. I write for the joy of it and to write fantasies that could never happen. I love to write because I get to let my imagination lose and, trust me, I dream of a lot of things that could never happen in real life but could happen in a book.

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A Bird of Fire

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A pile of darkened ash,
​upon the bank of the Reflecting Lake.
​From the ash kindles a growing flame,
​swirls of orange twist and twirl around it.
The flame grows in a gentle whisper,
until a melodic song rises,
singing of embers and life.

​Arises a figure aflame,
​with wings of fire spread wide.
​Red and orange feathers ablaze,
​eyes of cool blue.
​Heat wavering in the air,
​as the powerful wings flutter.
​The figure in the flames,
​a gentle...

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Behind the Mirror

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Behind the reflecting glass,
awaiting to be summoned.
​A bitter girl walks among the reflecting world,
​piece of iridescent glass crunching under her bare feet.
​She'd been there since... she couldn't remember,
​but she still knew there had to be more then this realm.
​Something more then just being a reflection,
​something with a purpose or her.

She couldn't remember the sun,
​nor could she remember what a plant was.
Nor the blue wide sky,
​not even what water was.
​She remembered only bits and piece of...

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The Hunteress and the Figure

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A huntress stood at the forest's edge,
frightened like a shy doe to leave the forest.
​She was wrapped in beauty,
​just like the forest behind her.
​She had the most serene light blue eyes,
​that didn't give away any of her emotions.
Her skin shone in the sun,
​aglow like an illuminating firefly.
​Her shimmery black hair fell in curls around her face,
making her eyes pop.
​Her face held soft features,
​and her pale lips had a gloss to...

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Without Flight

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You may not have been born with wings, my love, but you don't need wings to be grounded.

​Those were the words my mom told me,
​whenever I doubted myself.
​I never understood the phrase,
but it always helped.

​I always thought it meant that just because I didn't have wings,
​didn't mean I couldn't imagine I did.
 So I'd pretended that I could fly,
​like the rest of my classmates.
​They looked at me with distasteful and disgusted looks,
sometimes...
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Dancing in the Moonlight

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A little flickering glow,
​going out and back on.
​A glowing yellow orb,
​fluttering around the moonlit glad.
​It was quiet except for the gentle breeze rustling the grass.
​Everything drowned in silver light,
​from what the moon casted out.

​The orb flicker back on,
​setting ablaze to deep red instead of light yellow.
The illumination light demanded for attention,
​until other little flecks of light rose from the concealing grass.
​They followed the red orb's orders.
​Forming into unique pattern,
which...
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Shooting Star

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Gazing up into the black twinkling night,
​with a stretch of blackness with a sliver of a moon,
and twinkling still stars.
​Awaiting for the Stars to start falling,
​wait for a Meteor Shower.
​Curious big blue eyes,
​searching endlessly for a glimpse of the falling stars.
Just as hope is lost a star falls,
​a small star with a stardust left behind it.
​Glowing boldly as it falls,
​an energized mass of cold light.
​Leaving a path of gold and...

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The Hum of a Hummingbird

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A vibrating hum,
​like the rumbly purr of a cat,
​as small wings dance in figure eights.
​A shimmering flash of lush green and ruby red,
​as the small delicate bird glides.
The sound of a small heart pounding,
​matching the rhythm of the hum from it's wings.
​A squeaky purring chirp drowned out by the loud hum,
​but it's there as the small figure flies around.
​There a second, gone the next,
​leaving the sound of humming in it's path.
​Eager blur of feathers, ...

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Safe as a Raven... Right?

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A figure cloaked in black,
​standing the shadows of the ruins of the house,
as the sun rises.
​He awaits for the sun to touch him,
​awaiting for his form to shift into his winged self.
​The early sun's rays of light touch his face,
​just a single touch and a flurry of charred feathers whirls.
​A caws crackles through the air as the form overtakes his human form,
​he awaits for his wings to appear.

​His grey eye become round and beady,
​holding experience...
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Nictus and Serena Meeting for the First Time

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As Serena picked up her pace, trying to caught up with the other trainees that were racing. She was participating in a racing test to see who quick she was and to see her strengths. People watched silently form the stands and she caught Aires, her brother, watching her every move and his smile up more energy in her legs. Her pace pick up until she was  going too fast to stop and she'd passed all the other trainees. She smiled at her progress...

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A Bird of Fire

A pile of darkened ash,
​upon the bank of the Reflecting Lake.
​From the ash kindles a growing flame,
​swirls of orange twist and twirl around it.
The flame grows in a gentle whisper,
until a melodic song rises,
singing of embers and life.

​Arises a figure aflame,
​with wings of fire spread wide.
​Red and orange feathers ablaze,
​eyes of cool blue.
​Heat wavering in the air,
​as the powerful wings flutter.
​The figure in the flames,
​a gentle beautiful Pheonix.

Behind the Mirror

Behind the reflecting glass,
awaiting to be summoned.
​A bitter girl walks among the reflecting world,
​piece of iridescent glass crunching under her bare feet.
​She'd been there since... she couldn't remember,
​but she still knew there had to be more then this realm.
​Something more then just being a reflection,
​something with a purpose or her.

She couldn't remember the sun,
​nor could she remember what a plant was.
Nor the blue wide sky,
​not even what water was.
​She remembered only bits and piece of the outside world,
if there was one.
​She just remembered feeling warmth once,
​and joy of being alive.

She longed to see more then the shattered piece of glass,
​and beyond the only picture that the reflecting glass showed her.
She couldn't form what it was,
​but she knew her heart quickened with that line of thought.
​But, all she could do was wander in the endless glass,
​and stare at the out at the only window to the...

The Hunteress and the Figure

A huntress stood at the forest's edge,
frightened like a shy doe to leave the forest.
​She was wrapped in beauty,
​just like the forest behind her.
​She had the most serene light blue eyes,
​that didn't give away any of her emotions.
Her skin shone in the sun,
​aglow like an illuminating firefly.
​Her shimmery black hair fell in curls around her face,
making her eyes pop.
​Her face held soft features,
​and her pale lips had a gloss to it.
Her dark eyelashes casted shadows over her eyes,
​making them look darker then usual.

​Her hands became clammy at the thoughts of leaving the forest,
​she chewed on her lip with nervousness.
​Her mind buzzed with question and doubt,
​and her heart pound in her ringing ears.
​Her stomach plummeted with anxiety,
​her a sheen of sweat set upon her face. 
​Her eyes were the only thing that didn't betray her,
​they only showed stony cool.

​But the calling sensation...

Without Flight


You may not have been born with wings, my love, but you don't need wings to be grounded.

​Those were the words my mom told me,
​whenever I doubted myself.
​I never understood the phrase,
but it always helped.

​I always thought it meant that just because I didn't have wings,
​didn't mean I couldn't imagine I did.
 So I'd pretended that I could fly,
​like the rest of my classmates.
​They looked at me with distasteful and disgusted looks,
sometimes even concern.
​But, they never voiced their thoughts,
​because they knew I was the daughter of their ruler.

​I kept that act up,
​until I finally realized what my mom meant.
​She'd meant that even if I didn't have wings,
​that didn't mean I was a misfit.
​That didn't mean I could still do great things,
​that it didn't mean I was less special then anyone with wings.
​She'd meant I could do anything I set my mind to,
that...

Dancing in the Moonlight


A little flickering glow,
​going out and back on.
​A glowing yellow orb,
​fluttering around the moonlit glad.
​It was quiet except for the gentle breeze rustling the grass.
​Everything drowned in silver light,
​from what the moon casted out.

​The orb flicker back on,
​setting ablaze to deep red instead of light yellow.
The illumination light demanded for attention,
​until other little flecks of light rose from the concealing grass.
​They followed the red orb's orders.
​Forming into unique pattern,
which some glowed at times and others differently.
They glowed red, yellow, and orange,
blinking in and out.

The little orbs were dancing,
but they weren't just orbs.
They danced to their heartbeat,
​they swayed as one.
​They were the Dancers of the Moonlit Glade,
​they were Fireflies.

Shooting Star

Gazing up into the black twinkling night,
​with a stretch of blackness with a sliver of a moon,
and twinkling still stars.
​Awaiting for the Stars to start falling,
​wait for a Meteor Shower.
​Curious big blue eyes,
​searching endlessly for a glimpse of the falling stars.
Just as hope is lost a star falls,
​a small star with a stardust left behind it.
​Glowing boldly as it falls,
​an energized mass of cold light.
​Leaving a path of gold and silver stardust,
​as the star's final life is spent.

Birdsong

The Hum of a Hummingbird

A vibrating hum,
​like the rumbly purr of a cat,
​as small wings dance in figure eights.
​A shimmering flash of lush green and ruby red,
​as the small delicate bird glides.
The sound of a small heart pounding,
​matching the rhythm of the hum from it's wings.
​A squeaky purring chirp drowned out by the loud hum,
​but it's there as the small figure flies around.
​There a second, gone the next,
​leaving the sound of humming in it's path.
​Eager blur of feathers,
​as their tongues taste the sugary sweet nectar from soft flowers.

​Perched on a hidden branch,
​for a brief rest before humming around again.
​Hidden from predators in the shade,
​casted by lush leaves.
A irradencent peaceful bird,
​a Hummingbird.
 

Safe as a Raven... Right?


A figure cloaked in black,
​standing the shadows of the ruins of the house,
as the sun rises.
​He awaits for the sun to touch him,
​awaiting for his form to shift into his winged self.
​The early sun's rays of light touch his face,
​just a single touch and a flurry of charred feathers whirls.
​A caws crackles through the air as the form overtakes his human form,
​he awaits for his wings to appear.

​His grey eye become round and beady,
​holding experience and mischief.
​His cloak turns into shinning coal black feathers,
​which shimmered with a sheen purple as they caught the sun's attention.
​His arms shrink and sprout feathers with a flapping sound,
​his legs shorten and become scaly black.
​His form shifts into a tallish bird form,
​with wings against his sides with shinning feathers.
​His nose grows into a sleek shiny black beak,
​and a cawing noise echoes form his beak, bouncing off the surrounding walls.

​His new form is complete, ...

Nictus and Serena Meeting for the First Time

As Serena picked up her pace, trying to caught up with the other trainees that were racing. She was participating in a racing test to see who quick she was and to see her strengths. People watched silently form the stands and she caught Aires, her brother, watching her every move and his smile up more energy in her legs. Her pace pick up until she was  going too fast to stop and she'd passed all the other trainees. She smiled at her progress until she noticed that she was well passed the finish line, and as she tried to stop she could stop her stride.
​Everyone yelled after her but she couldn't stop. But, soon she found herself in the air, still rising after a few seconds. She roe in a high arc until she found herself falling towards a tree. Half a scream escaped her just before she was tumbling through the tree's branches, they shredded her running shorts and shirt as...

The Same Faces... Yet Never Before

We'd always been friends,
him and I.
He always wore a smile,
​and never looked tried.
His voice was always so cheerful,
​and his dimples always showed.
​He always found a way to make me smile,
​whether a hug, a question, or a smile.
​But that was until the day he came with his eyes puffy,
​with no smile nor dimples in sight.

​He walked sluggish and when he said his first word to me,
his voice was haunting and throaty.
He only ask one thing and didn't want the answer,
​"Do you ever wonder what could happen to a person after an incident?"
Those were his only words,
​it stunned me into silence the whole day.
​And then at the end of the day he spoke up again,
​"This ​is what happens to someone," he gestured to himself.
​"They never are the same after a loved on is lost."
Those were his last words to me before walking...

The Elements

​Wind
The wind and breezes all shifted their course,
​following the call that willed them to come.
​They whistled and twirled together on their swift journey,
​wounding around trees and over mountains and rivers.
​As they neared the caller as started to become one,
​until they were only on soft breeze.
​The remaining breeze finished the journey,
​settling the caller's hand after brushing her cheek.
She smiled at the little wispy breeze in her palm,
​letting her heart match the breeze's whispers.
​Her blonde hair and dress flowed around her,
​as the breeze and the girl became one.
The Holder of the Wind's source.

Fire

​Deep inside a boy ​who battled threw the pushing crowd,
​a captivated flame raged around.
​The little flame demanded for attention and freedom,
​waiting impatiently for the boy to set him free.
​He wanted to burn whatever the boy gave him,
​he wanted to feel the power of his flames.
​The little flame circled...

A Glass Necklace can be a Conversation Starter



Alex had always wondered why Raina wore a necklace with a shard of broken glass hanging from it, he hadn't worked up the courage to ask her why until he found her necklace left on her seat at the end of a school day. She always seemed attached to the necklace because during recess he'd seen her messing with it. So, when he found it, he planned to give her the necklace the next day and ask her why she wore it and had it. All the way home he looked at the shard of glass with narrowed eyes, trying to see if there was anything special about it.
​When he got home he head right up to his room, skipping the snack he usually had, and set the necklace gently down on his desk. He made sure not to leave it close to the edge so that it wouldn't fall and shatter. He got right to work on his homework with his mind not really focus...

Stars for a Night


I was zooming along the dusty dirt roars the evening when I first noticed one of my classmates after so long of not talking to her. I had my dog, a young Rottweiler, about three, with me and he was sticking his head out of the window, enjoying the cold wind whipping his ears and face and made them numb. His name was Gawva. Anyways, I had my window rolled down with air being sucked into my dusty truck with the sound of rocks flying and the brush of sagebrush scrapping against its sides. The sun was well gone when I noticed a small car pulled over and I slowed down a little to get a better look.
​My hazel eyes widened as I recognized it was Havana from my class. A soft spoken girl with long straight black hair that reflected the charcoal color of the blackness of the night sky that hung over the edge of the roof,...

A Time Star

​She breathed in a shaky breath but her lungs refused to excesses air, only letting it escape without even trying to help her failing body. She felt the blood gushing from her wounds from the fight and her hair started to stick to her to her cooling cheeks as the blood soaked it. The rusty scent caught in her throat. Her heart wretched with pain as her blue eyes connected with her devastated lover, his brown eyes tearing up. Her mind cried out as pain seared her deeply and crystal gleaming stars escaped her eyes. Her lover bent over her breaking body as a sob escaped his mouth and he press his lips against her sweaty forehead, but it offered barely any warmth.
​She was too weak to move her lips as her soul started leaving her body, so the last of her conscious whispered into her darkening vision and empty mind, No matter how many times we are separated we'll...

Make him Pay Before its May

He draws nearer with every shake of the earth,
​he brings misery and evil from his hearth.
He leaves decruction in his path,
​can you hear his wrath?
​He's drawing near,
​are you here?

So, take your sword in hand,
​travel across the land.
Close the gap between you two,
​do it for your bravery is anew.
And win the fight,
​through a night.
Go before he finds you,
​and makes you due.

Make him Pay Before its May

He draws nearer with every shake of the earth,
​he brings misery and evil from his hearth.
He leaves decruction in his path,
​can you do the math?
​He's drawing near,
​are you here?

So, take your sword in hand,
​travel across the land.
Close the gap between you two,
​do it for your bravery is anew.
And win the fight,
​through a night.
Go before he finds you,
​and makes you due.

The Peace of Wild Things

Our Sacred Place


 Serena sits on her bed with a tearstained face propped up against the cool wall behind her, and a tear drop still clinging to her cheek. She stares at the ceiling, which it decorated with glowing stars as the room darkens from the fading sunlight. Her mind runs blank and she doesn't know how long she sits in her pool of misery until she hears the noise of her bed dipping at someone sits on it. She removes her gaze from the stars to meet warm brown eyes as the warm voices of the person says, "Serena," in a gentle caring voice. It's Nictus.
​His gaze causes some of her misery to melt away as they continue to stare into each other's eyes. "Serena," he whispers again. They same tone matching the tone on the night that he had showed her their sacred place, a willow at the edge of the bubbling stream. Nictus reaches out with a finger and gently wipes the cold tear form...

A Stallion of Pure and an Eagle of Spirit

Flashing in a blur of white across the marshy moor,
running in the Winds of Freedom.
​With hard rippling muscles under his coat of snow,
which it splotched with speck of mud.
​Winds whistle in his ears and plays in his tail and main,
​he lifts his head and lets out a coarse whinny.
​His ears ring with the thud of his hooves and the flap of his opponent,
​his heart beats as one with his hooves.
​His brain is completely blank as he runs,
​his soul rises on the wings of the eagle he's racing.
He runs on and on,
​never losing energy nor spirt.
​A Stallion of Pure,
​racing with the Eagle of Spirit.

​A flapping rush of brown and white glides in the endless sky,
​letting the Winds of Freedom carry him on swiftly.
​With the flap of feathers in his ears and the hooves of his opponent,
​he allows his Wings of Spirit to control him.
​His heart doesn't argue,
​his mind only...

Taste of Freedom for the First Time in Eternity

After being locked away,
I finally emerge from my underground cell.
My sensitive eyes screw up at the dim moonlight,
As I shuffle my cuffed blistered feet into the moonlit clearing.
I breath a sweet breath of freedom,
after filling my lungs with filth.
I feel wet grass on my throbbing bare feet,
which feels the softest of all the things of the world.
​I curl and uncurl my sore fingers and toes,
​and roll my heavy head in a circle,
popping my sore neck.
​My muscles relax in the moonlight,
​and my eyes widen as they adjust to the bright light.
​I sallow down some saliva, wetting my dry throat,
​and part my cracked lips.
​A scratchy grunt escapes me as I try to speak,
​my helper hands me a bottle of water,
and I gulp it down hungrily.
 As I finish I wipe my mouth and try again,
​saying, "Let's see what's changed in this world after being a captive for eternity."

A Reminder

Through my nightmares,
my uncertainty and questioning state,
my insecurity and distress,
​my sadness, and mourn,
​my pain and incomplete state,
​my struggles and fear,
​my anger and lonely state.
​the beauty of nature still grows
and ceases to amaze me.

​Through all this,
​I still see beauty in the wild's creatures and nature.
​I can still imagine me sitting in the meadow,
​staring up at the charcoal night sky,
​winking down at me with its many twinkling eyes,
​and a complete shining silver face.
​I can see bliss on my face with a smile,
​with my wandering heart at ease,
and  my wondering mind satisfied.

​I can feel a gentle caring breeze
​sweep against my cheek, kissing it.
​Cool to the touch,
​but so gentle and warm and comforting and loving.
​I can feel the presence of my Lord around me,
​urging me to keep my faith and happiness.
​Reminding me even when I feel alone,
​I'm never alone.
 

Render and Litzy's Encouter

    Render paced along the cliff face, waiting impatiently for Litzy to come tumbling out of the portal. he could hear her thoughts scattered, focusing on two different locations as she traveled through the portal, which was very risky. He could faintly hear the other thought of what he guessed to be her two friends. One doubtful the other excited and curious. But, he only focused this telepathy on Litzy's thoughts. He could hear panic start to ringing through her head as the portal started to collapse and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he hoped that she was being separated from her friends. Her mind screamed her friends' names, Senka and Cleft, as they were separated and shot into two different directions.
    As soon as his ears caught the snapping sound of the portal opening up above him his head shot up and the red ruby was the first object to be spewed out of the portal. He...

Your Old Self

I wish I could do something,
that would bring you sunlit smile back.
I want to see you laugh for real,
not a fake small uncomfortable laugh.
I wish to see your dimples appear as you smile,
but I haven't witnessed it for a while.
I want to see you eye light up with life and curiosity,
like they used to do when you asked questions or told me exciting news.
I wish to see you put a spring in your stride,
like you always did no matter how exhausted you were.
I want to hear your voice full of of happiness and energy again,
but now it's just flat and question.

Right now your always distant,
something is always on your mind.
I see no more life in you,
as you go about you business.
I see you avoiding doing things you used to love and do,
no matter who was watching.

I want to collect the scattered pieces...

Numerous Narrators

Aqua's Betrayal and Toka's Disbelief

                                                                                Toka
    Toka walked along the beach with peace on his face, he finally had gotten away from the one hunting him. With the help of Aqua, the siren that'd helped him escape from the Hunter, he'd found the cover. He was in his man form, the unaffected side of cure which sent power running through his veins. He lifted his head as a soft breeze blew around him, whispering promises.
​But, all this was forgotten as he heard the crack of a twig from the jungle that loomed feet away from the edge of the ocean. He narrowed his eyes and his muscles tensed as he waited for what lurked there to show itself.
    He felt his senses increase as...

On the Last Day of the World

If the World Falls Apart

Should the darkness rule the light,
I shall set light to the night.
If the sky falls in pieces,
I shall call for you.
If the ground shall shake,
I will laugh at the make.
Shall the world fall apart,
I shall let you hold my heart.

Chapter 3 (Hunter and Hunted)


Toka jumped to his paws after the sirens disappeared as his memory reminded the man. He ran into the jungle with his fur prickling with irritation. ​Couldn't I just have one day without worrying about being killed? ​he thought to himself. He ran on and on steadily without breaking his stride as he dodged the trees with ease. He stopped when he heard a crack of a twig, he perked his ears and crouched down, ready to defend himself. He crept forward slowly, and a small monkey entered the small clearing. Before it could react, he leapt onto it and killed it.
Toka finished off his meal and felt his strength start to return to his muscles. He padded through the shady forest until the sun was high in the sky. He found a cool pool in a clearing and he stepped to the edge of the water. For the first time he could see what form he'd taken on....

Serena and Nictus

"I can't believe the power went out," I complained to Nictus.
​He ignored my complaint and continued to light the second candles in my hand, keeping his eyes on the flame. "Why, are you afraid of the dark, Serena?"
​"Hey, you're a mechanic, can't you tweak the wires or something?" I asked, trying to avoid his question.
​"I could, but then I couldn't get the fun out of your fear," he said.
​"Whoever said that I was scared of the dark?"
​From the little fire that are enjoying its meal, the wick of the candle, I saw him smile a dimpled smile and raise an eyebrow. He shrugged and answered, "You never answered my question, Serena."
​"So," I said to him, turning my head away from the fire light, to hide my blushing cheeks.
​"Hey, now. Don't jerk around with the fire still in your hand," he said, turning my head back gently after cupping my chin.
​"Fine, you got...

Agent vs the Threats

Darkness surrounded me as they continued to carry me with a blindfold over my eyes. I didn't fight back, but in my head my wheels were turning, plotting how I could gain an advantage. I felt them throw me onto something. Telling by how soft it was, I landed on a chair. Cold hands seized my wrists and forced my hands behind my back, and I felt the rough coils of rope as they were wrapped around my wrists tightly. My blindfold was ripped from my eyes and blinding light flooded in, causing my eyes to squint shut.
​I blinked open my eyes and scanned my surroundings: I was in an old warehouse surrounded by people who hated me and wanted me dead. But, on the bright side, my arch-nemesis was standing opposite me; the only thing keeping the crowd from attacking.
Okay, I admit it, there was no bright side. I smirked at him chummily and kept my eyes...

Chapter 2 (Hunter and Hunted)


Nothing happened between the two. They just stared at each other, but the cargo stared with fear and frozen with it while the man stared at him with delight and a smile of danger on his mouth. He was tall with a cross bow slung over his shoulder, a sword sheathed at his side, and on his other hip with a dagger. His smirk showed a smile of delight and his eyes glowered with hunger which frightened the cargo. The man's voice sent shivers down his back and made his fur prickle. His voice rung and echoed into the cargo's ears, "Ah, just what I've wanted and waited for," his voice was like metal scraping against metal. "New game to hunt. I don't think I've seen anything like you before. I feel the power under your pelt, my friend. I can hear your thoughts. You're here for a reason, my new pet. You're here to please me, to let me...

Chapter 1 (Hunter and Hunted)

Pain. Fear. Confusion.
​Those three words ran in the cargo's mind over and over. Until, finally, his mind got bored and yelled, ​Get up you FOOL​. the cargo moaned and opened his eyes slightly with dreariness and a small ray of light shined down on him, blinding him, but he also felt warmth in it. He blinked open his piercing blue eyes until they adjusted to the warm rays. He laid in the sand, soaking the heat into his sore muscles.
​The back of his head was pounding and his lugs ached with every breath. His stomach growled over and over, trying to get him up. As he took in a shuttering breath, a bout of coughs followed it and water came bubbling up his throat and out of his mouth. When the coughs passed he sat up and looked around the beach with confusion. ​Had the ship dropped me off here? ​He thought.
​Hisses suddenly broke out...

Would You..

My heart beats for you,
​my mind is only stuck on your name.
​But, my tongue never lets me confess,
if I were to would you say my words back to me?
​If I told you my heart skips a beat with every passing moment my mind thinks of you,
would you take my hand?
​Would you run with me into the night,
​or follow me down a rabbit hole if you knew?
​If you knew that my breath is taken away as you pass by,
and that I would never stop watching as you left my side,
​would you fly into the sun for my sake?
Would you love me the same as I do?

Expectations to Despration

They told you that your life was planned,
​set in stone with no changes to it.
​You were to rule the kingdom,
​as the queen of the next air, Maximillian the third.
​You were supposed to be guarded at every moment of you life,
​with no freedom nor escape.
​It seemed that you couldn't escape your set destiny,
​until the idea hit you.

So, you lived on your own,
​on th run with ever moment of your life named with freedom.
You plan to never be caged,
​to let your heart soar with no clouding expectations.
​But, that all changed by one guy,
​your unguarded heart thought its freedom could be extended to his hands.

​So, you fell in love with him,
​and he said he loved you too.
You gave him your heart,
​he only gave you a smirk.
Then, he stabbed you in the back,
​by turning you in to your supposed husband.

Your heat is...

Flash Fiction Competition

A Little Flame of Hope.

I lean against the wall, my head resting against it. My eyes are shut, trying to hide the emotions that stir within me. Tears escape my shut closed eye lids and my heart aches with pain and hurt. My mind is scrabbling to keep my always hidden emotions hidden. My ears ring with other kids around the playground, not bothering to notice me. But, as my eyes open they meet yours. Your  caring blue eyes full of sympathy and gentleness. You smile and my heart soars, even as your turn away. Your smile had brought joy to my heart.

Why?

I stand atop the cliff, ocean roaring below and the wind rustling through the fall leaves of the ancient tree that held my young memories on each leaf. I stand beside you, clutching your hand with all my might, as I feel something stir between me and you. What didn't make sense to me, was that your face, which always wore a smile, was now wearing a frown, your eyes gleaming with faint sorrow. "Litzy, it's getting late, why don't you go home?" You ask me with an edge as sharp of the cliff edge in your voice.
​"I'm not just going to leave you here," I say back to you, tightening my grip, just an bit. "Where would you go?"
​"I'll be fine, Litzy, I just have to take care of something," you say with an impatient voice.
​"So, are you going back to your parent's house then?" I ask, worrying how'd you'd feel after being betrayed to them. ...

Lowest of Low, Biggest of Big

Description 1. Even though I'm at my lowest of low you are still here and your give me a smile that is your biggest of big.

​Description 2. I feel that I am at my lowest of low for feeling yet your smile, which if your biggest of big, alights my heart, it stirs my heart into emotion. My eye connect with yours which sparkle with the most delighted you've ever expressed.

​Description 3. I know and feel my lowest of low emotion but when my eye pick you out of the crowd your wearing a smile and your eyes are glittering. Your smile is full and biggest of big for heartfelt, making my heart rise from it's own depressing ashes, your grin causes my heart to be thrown into a torrent of emotion. Whilst your eyes spark up my heart, as well, making it sprout wings for your eyes are glittering with the most emotion ever.
 

The Needle-Like Dagger (Story Generator to Story)

Litzy Rosewood looked at the needle like knife in her hands and felt jumpy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her neglected surroundings. She had always hated bare Forest of deepens with its abundant, adorable a lake. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Trez Thornheart. Trez was a creepy villain with brilliant green hair and col black with metallic green and purple eyes
Litzy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a freaky, sharp, drinker with wavy dark brown hair and cobalt blue eyes. Her friends saw her as a freshly-squeezed, fancy friend. Once, she had even revived a dying, fox.
But not even a freaky person who had once revived a dying, fox, was prepared for what Trez had in store today.
The mist teased like cackling Wolves, making Litzy hatred.
As...

Chapter 1 (Hunter and Hunted)

Pain. Fear. Confusion.
​Those three world ran in the cargo's mind over and over. Until, finally, his mind got bored and yelled, ​Get up you FOOL​. the cargo moaned and opened his eyes slightly with dreariness and a small ray of light shined down on him, blinding him, but he also felt warmth in it. He blinked open his piercing blue eyes until they adjusted to the warm rays. He laid in the sand, soaking the heat into his sore muscles.
​The back of his head was pounding and his lugs ached with every breath. His stomach growled over and over, trying to get him up. As he took in a shuttering breath, a bout of coughs followed it and water came bubbling up his throat and out of his mouth. When the coughs passed he sat up and looked around the beach with confusion. ​Had the ship dropped me off here? ​He thought.
​Hisses suddenly broke out...

Writing Small

A Match

I reach into the matchbox, pulling out one small match. I strike it against the side of the box, setting the match aflame. I guarded the flame from the blowing wind until I reached the fire pit. I threw the match into the pit and watched as the fire explode.

You and I, Happy and Sadness

You see the world through beauty and truth,
I see the world through cruelty and pain.
You see from a little snake to the highest tree,
as beautiful animals.
Whilst I see a treacherous snake and a death tree,
as things waiting to sweep away loved ones.
You think a wolf is beautiful and majestic,
but I see a savage creature that lurks the shadows,
waiting  to pounce on its prey.
You believe there is a place of bliss and beauty,
while I only see flaws and faults in a place.

You think every new dawn is a fresh start,
I only see punishment and hurt.
To me there is no such thing as happiness nor peace,
for all I'd been through only shows loss in my life.
To you, you live and dwell in happiness,
for that's all you've ever lived in.
You see night as a time of rest,
while I see it as an excuse to escape...

Fiery Tiger

I roamed the unsearched, untouched, mysterious jungle. I jumped at every sound even the crackle of a stick. I didn't know why I felt so jumpy, I usually was bold and confident, but now I felt small and almost fearful. Creatures around me moved, roared, and stared. I came across a bush with fiery berries, not only were they red but they glowed with fire. The fire played and crackled but didn't burn, it didn't move from its spot as if contained. I reached out my hand to touch and felt no burn as my fingers and flame connected. I picked on of the berries and studied it, it wasn't bright red like death so I popped it into my mouth.
​It tasted like burnt blueberries and as I swallowed my throat burned and seemed to caught on fire. My insides seemed to liquefy and they too felt like they were on fire. I screeched out in pain as my...

Prologue of Hunter and Hunted

    The storm raged out over the sea with harsh winds, blinding strikes of lightning, and pounding rain. In the storm, the hungry waves tossed and turned a ship. The captain of the ship shouted orders to his crew over the wind. One of these orders was to better chain their cargo, for fear he would escape.
   The cargo below heard the bellowed order and shrunk closer against and he hunched closer against the wall, trying to escape the scary noises which he couldn't place. He was bound in chains at his hands and feet, his hands had at least four cuffs and on his feet, were five. He was skinny and scratched by the whip, of which the crewmembers used on him. The cargo wouldn't have been called that if it weren't for what he was, even if he was human. With feet and hands and alike features like the captain himself. But it was what surged under...

Rage to Longing

Once known love and family,
​now depressed and full of lies.
​Filled to the brim with mourn and rage,
​rage that demanded to be released,
to take vengeance.
​But, its kept bottled up,
​like a shaken soda waiting to exposed,
but the cap is never taken off.
​Now, caged in a prison,
​neglected by humanity,
​after the incident.

​My rage brewed deep inside me,
​and I hold onto it,
​it was the only thing that kept me sane.
​My vows repeat over and over,
​pushing me to do something. 
​To release my rage,
to open the cap.

​Someone visited me today,
​which caught me off guard.
​He talked of the crisp fresh air from above,
above, an alien word to me.
​Of nature and freedom,
giving me longing.
Then, I snapped and lunged for the keys,
but he got away.
​And yelled at me,
​but my mind only wanted to see the sky.
​Now my rage became dangerous,
​like a...

Silent Danger

You take one look at me,
and I'll have you twisted our my finger.
​You will be bewitched,
​by my looks.
Just live the voice of a siren,
​bewitches sailors out on the ocean.
​Though I seem sweet on the outside,
​its what's on the inside you should be worried about.
My sweet talk,
​is only false to get you at my disposal.
​Once you mine,
you'll never have enough of me.
​You'll never break away from my bonds,
​of wich has settles on you.
Your heart only beats for me now,
your mind only thinks about me.
You'll never escape me clutches now,
​now that I have you begging for more.

The Art of Specificity

Ngithlit Scenery

Description 1:
The winter night was beautiful.

​Description 2:
​Snow felt from the half clear sky, settling upon the moonlit snow below. Stars shone like the falling snow through the patches of clear sky. The moon glowed through the clouds, reflecting the sun's light onto the snow.

​Description 3:
​Snow fell gracefully, like a ballerina, from the cloudy sky, settling among its thousand of other pure snowflakes. The snow that lay on the wintered grounds reflected the twilight moon's light, setting itself aglow. Up in the sky night stars twinkled their light with hope and joy. They danced and burned in in the ocean of blackness. The crescent moon showed only a sliver of the real perfect moon but it still shone bright through the clouds, completing the wintered night.

A Lethal Quest

We tread through the whirling ashes,
​upon ground of smoke.
Under our feet,
​ashes of runaways,
​that will never be found.
​Our feet carry us to the cave,
​this is where the monsters hide,
​shadowed by the depths of fear and mourn.
Only the wicked can survive,
the jouney to the black pit.

But, our hearts are not twisted by darkness,
​bound to the black pit by their doings.
​They beat with love and freedom,
​bound to the hope that flies on sparrow wings.
​Our ears catch a lethal melody,
the song of longing,
​the hidden just want to be set free.
In our minds sadness overtakes,
​we will never succeed our purpose,
​to retrieve the gold girl.

​She been locked away ​for centuries,
and now she sings lethal melodies.
​Hoping for us to save her,
​we will try but never succeed.
​For we have hearts of gold,
and they have heart of black.
 

Flash Autobiography

My Assurance

    As we got home from Walmart the sun had gone down and I could see the breathtaking beautiful black ocean full of my twinkling tears of hope and perfect moon. It was my favorite creation in the world, the night sky. My heart ached to be whisked into the embrace of the night sky's gravity which held all of the stars together. I ran through the house after throwing off my shoes and flung the back door open, tears in my eyes.
​    I felt lonelier than ever even with my happy family around me. I hauled myself up onto the outer circle our trampoline using one of the poles that held up the net. I starred into the sky with my heart aching, tears running down my face, and my mind blank. I couldn't understand why I felt sad and lonely, but I knew that it was for a reason. The memories of my long lost cat returned into my...

My God

Matthew 7:7
​"Ask and it will be given to you:
​Seek, and you will find;
Knock, and it will be opened to you."


This is my favorite verse from the bible,
​for it reminds me to never give up on God.
​He is always with you and will never leave you,
​his love is everlasting and will forever rein.
​He is our guide through the darkness,
​our sustainer through troubled times.
​Our lover and savior,
he is our leader.
​He is our heavenly Father.

Undieing Dreams

People say that dreams are for children,
​they say that they'll naver come true,
​that they'll die.

Do I believe this?

​No, I don't,
​my spirit stirs when my dreams come up.
​My Soul rises in me,
​as my mind tells about my dreams.
​My heart fastens,
​as my feet run through the forest.

​Do I believe my dreams will come true?

Of course,
​it's not a matter in listening to others,
but believe you can.
​Working hard to achieve your goals,
​and believing God will light your path.
​That he will bring these opportunities,
​to your door and surround you with encouraging friends.

Trust that God will meet your needs,
​and watch over you.
​Put you faith in him,
that he will love you with everlasting love.
Believe that he will,
​answer your prayers.


 

The Nighttime Oreo Theif

    I walked into the kitchen to find the light of the pantry shining from under the closed door. With my head still groggily from sleep, I walked to the door and turned off the light. I heard a rattling noise and a muffled hey from behind the door. I thought my ears were still ringing from my previous dream, so I headed back out of the kitchen. But, I was stopped myself as the door of the pantry creaked open. 
​I turn to look at what crook was in the pantry, I found myself face to face with a 14-year-old girl who had wild pale blonde hair, freckles dotting her cheeks and across her nose, and in the little light I could tell she had hazel green eyes. The girl had a handful of Oreos and was wearing an alarmed and guilty face. The girl was my sister. "Chole," I said with an exasperated tone through gritted teeth....

Why I Write

My Gift Explained

I write to express my heart's dreams of fantasy,
​things that can't happen in real life.
​If I can't live my dream life,
​then why shouldn't my characters?
​I write because the words call me to paper,
​they demand to be written.
​To be shone to others,
​make them understand my dreams.

​I write to express my ideas about things,
​that I believe in or see beauty in.
​I write to share my gift,
of which God had given me.
​Why keep my writing bottled up,
​when God gave this amazing gift to me?
​I write to flee from reality,
​for at least as long as I can.

​I write for my older sister use to write and write,
​she was a great influence for helping me shape my style.
​I write for I can feel the heartbeat of my characters,
​I can feel their stress or fear wavering as I write,
​or their hope and happiness in situations...

Prologue of Hunter and Hunted

    The storm raged out over the sea with harsh winds, roaring clouds, blinding strikes of light, and rounding rain. In the storm a ship is tossed and turned by the slamming hungry waves. The captain of the ship shouted orders to his crew and one of this orders that were boomed over the thunder was very important or the cargo they were carrying could escape. "A few of you go down and chain him up tighter with many locks," the captain said.
   The cargo below could hear his order and he hunched closer against the wall, trying to escape the scary noises which he couldn't place. He was bound in chains at his hands and feet, his hands had at least four cuffs and on his feet were five. He was skinny and scratched by the whip, of which the crewmembers used on him. The cargo wouldn't have been called that if it weren't for what he was, even...

Rest Fallen Warrior

After all this warfare,
rest little warrior.
Rest your sore muscles,
​and calm your bones.
After all your sacrifices,
​this is what you deserve,
its better than living with the memories,

Take your final breaths,
​noble savior, with no difficulty.
​Let your spirit be released,
from your torn body.
​Let your mind rest assured,
that you saved many.
Let your heart stop fighting,
​knowing that you've done proud.

​Don't fight the life slipping away,
let all around you know what you did.
​Just know that as you die,
​a part of us goes with you.
The war is over,
​fallen soldier.
​Your fears may be released,
​and your spirit is ready for eternal sleep.

​Let your spirit remember your victory,
with pride and rest with peace.
​Let you be remembers for your sacrifices,
​in order for our victory over our enemies.

Freedom's Calls

We used to be inseparable ,
but now our length is across the ocean.
​But I don't feel lonely,
​I can feel it.
​I the pulling sensation,
​the bond between us is calling.
​I become restless as it becomes more eager,
​for us to be reunited.

Captivity's slaves try to make me summit,
​to his evil clutches.
​They want to train me
to be Captivity's friend,​ Domestication. 
​At night when I hear the night's calls,
​I can hear her laughs of triumph at my breaking state.
I feel Captivity and Domestication's efforts rubbing on me,
​but I won't let myself bow down as long as I hear your calls.

I'd come running back to you,
​but my chains keep me attached to this prison.
My mind starts to demand my return,
​but my prison's clutches stay attached to me.
​I'll find away back to you, Freedom,
​as soon as I escape Captivity and Domestication.

Weird Personality

After you read these few things about my personality you might think I am very weird.

​1. I dream of places I can't go and Make stories of my characters that would never happen to them in my books.
​2. I want to be bullied, at least once, so I can make an awesome retort and blow the bully's mind. I can just imagine it, he calls me something and I say something like I know you are but what am I, so something like that and blow the bully's mind.
​3. I plan with my sisters to say epic remarks but probably will never have the courage to say them.
​4. I have random outbursts of excitement and run around the house flinging my arms everywhere and have no reason to do this.
​5. I have this thing with my dad, which is pretty out of date, as in a very used term, in my family, by saying YOUR...

Tammy and Mitzy: Dramatic Play

(Mitzy walks into the kitchen, her dad is on the table kneeling in front of her mom who was on the table too. Her brother, Tammy, is sitting in a chair with an incredulous expression his homework on the table and his pencil in mid-air.)
MITZY: What is the world are you doing?
TAMMY: Dad was just typing his story on the computer and then busted out, in an excited voice, ‘I shall go on this journey, my love.’ And then Mom came in and recited, ‘You can’t go alone, I won’t let you. I love you.’
MITZY: That is the weirdest they’ve gotten this month. Dad’s been getting carried away by his words. He thinks it’s his own life story.
TAMMY: You’re right, but I feel intrigued by this one. Let’s let them play it out this time. (He gets up, walks into the kitchen, and grabs an already made bag of popcorn. The buttery smell reaches Mitzy’s nostrils.) ...

I Still Can

I'm now in a state of depression and shock,
​after what you did, it left me scrambling.
I still can listen,
my mind still processes.
​I can still breath,
​my heart still pumps.
​I can still talk,
my tongue still works.
​I can still feel,
​my reflects sill react.
​But, I still feel distant,
​I'm always out of focus.

Grief

When you feel grief,
you become aware.
​You notice that your,
​emotions deceive with you.
​Even though your surrounded by people,
​you feel lonelier than ever.
You feel deep down,
​that there will never be light in the world again.
​You feel all doors close,
​as soon as sorrow and pain hit.

Pain and Power

I sense power,
​surging through your little replacement,
​But she acts with patience,
​and acts with ignorance towards the gift.
She doesn't act upon it with vengeance,
like normal people,
​no matter how sorrowful she is.
I can tell she's been through a lot,
​so I wonder why she doesn't let her angry rule.
​I'm curious why she acts with gentleness and carefulness.

You are very observant,
my little friend.
Some people aren't like you or I,
with angry and vengeance wrapped deep in their plans.
I believe this little replacement is one of them,
they act upon difference in their problems.
​They bottle up their angry and sorrow,
​and hide is, where no one will find it.


I know its down there,
​hidden deep.
It's raveling through me,
the power and the pain.
I don't know what to do with it,
​do I continue hiding it from others,
​or do I show it through anger, like the one before...

A Wisher of Wings

I watch the wings of birds,
cutting through the clouds.
​I wish for a pair of my own,
​but I just sit and watch with longing.
​But, should my wish be granted,
I will use my wings,
​and be soaring forever.
I'd soar over the world of wishers,
​through the stars of wanders,
and the clouds of granters.

Hunter and Hunted

The pain,
too unboreable.
​But I must keep up,
​to please my capturer.
I must keep his busy with myself,
​to keep his attention away from other passers.

​The risk of survival,
​always having to stay on the move,
with no rests.
​Oh, how tired I am,
​but I can't stop,
​or else all I've done would waste away.


I can hear your thoughts,
my little prey.
​I know about your trickery,
my little pet.
I know your weakening,
​it's only a matter of time till you break.

And when you break,
​I'll be there to collect you,
​to turn you into my prey forever.
You'll please me even more,
​with immorality when you receive it,
​I'll be able to hunt you even more.

With your powers,
​it will be harder to hunt you.
​Which will make it all more enjoyable,
​for me at least.

I can sense that he's close through the ground,
​his footsteps are restless and his...

Brant's Seeing

I lost my sane,
​as I had no choice,
​but to get rid of you,
with flames.
​I became devastated,
​as your screams of pain,
rang in my ears,
​as I just stood there.
​My heart broke,
​has your eyes,
​held betrayal and question,
as my met mine.
​My mind collapsed,
into the guilt,
​and it consumed,
​my saneness.

​Now, I fool,
​your parents,
as they take care of me,
​expecting nothing.
​They grieve,
over your death,
which every time,
​reminds me of what I'd done.
​I sit in a stone house,
​with guilt,
​ruling my mind,
​or at least they think I do.
​Even though it was my fault,
I still live with it,
​dealing with my duties,
but I still grieve.

Now, your parents,
have a new daughter,
one that looks of you,
and acts of you.
​They adopted her,
​and fools they are,
for replacing you,
with her.
She wears your pin,
and they act,
​as if...

Unspoken Words

Your on the tip of my tongue,
​but foreign words you are.
​Like a beta fish,
​in a tank of goldfish.
​You refuse to slip,
​off my tongue and into the air.
​Like frozen water dismissing the idea,
​of spilling over the rocky lip to feed the pool.
 
​Even though I open my mouth,
​you betray my train of thought.
​Like a stream,
​finding a new path to run down.
​You leave the listener,
​irritated and on the edge of her seat.
​Like a piece of rock,
​clinging to the top of a cliff,
no matter how hard the winds tries to sweep it away.

You are the words,
taken away from me,
​every time I try to say them.
You are the refuser,
​of summiting.
You are the betrayer,
​of my train of thought.
​You are the words,
​I try to speak to her,
every time I see her.

A Piece Left Behind

As I left the battlefield,
a piece of me was left behind.
A part of me died,
with you as you die in my arms.
My heart broke,
​as you said you last words in my arms.
A piece of my personality died,
​when you left.
​You took it with you,
​as your life slipped from the world.
​You took my caring part of me,
​all that's left in me now, 
is sorrow and bitterness.
My heart will never beat for another,
​like it did for you.
It will never warm to another,
​my heart will always be guarded.
 

Serena and the Turning of Fall

    It felt good to be relaxed, after all the stressful homework for the pass few months and busy moments, Serena had never had a chance to stop and enjoy nature like she used to. She had spiral cinnamon curled hair that showed hues of red in the setting sunlight. Her tired but still curious hazel eyes caught all the details of the meadow around her and her perfect little nose showed a tint of red from the gelid wind. Her silky blue dress swayed with the dancing reeds on the banks of the steam from the fall breeze.
    She sighed in content as she watched the babbling stream lazily tumble under the bridge that connected both banks. The stream seemed to not care about going over the banks or straying from the path. The setting sun drenched the meadow in cool warmth and the trees' leaves were starting to shift from lush green to vibrant scarlet, ginger, and gold. Flowers...

A Wish of Curiousity

You wish you could build a pen,
​that when touches a page,
​it sucks you in.
​You wish to see,
what it's like to live as a character.

​You want to know,
​what's it's like to fight the horrors,
in the book.
​You wish to see what the sky and sun,
​​you wish to fhe the moon and stars,
look like in the book.

​You want to know,
what the water feels like.
​You want to know,
what the air smells like.
​You want to feel,
the grass and rain.

​But, most of all,
​you want to meet characters.
​The dangerous part about it,
​is that you might shift the character's,
feeling and way of thinking.

 

The Sun and The Moon

A burst of color,
​the setting mass of the sun,
 scarlet, ginger, and gold.

​A crescent thin moon,
​reflecting the gold sunlight,
but in silver glow.

To opposites, 
Working together to light,
the shadows and dark.

Night Beauty

The sky of blackness,
with glistening hopeful tears,
​and a perfect moon.

The Hidded Night Sky


In a big city,
​full of lights that hide the stars,
​a boy peers for them.

Pleasing Unsatisfaction

I try to please you,
even as you trun your cheek,
​away from my hope.
 

Ardent and Nico


“No, don’t…” but Ardent’s protest died away when the air cracked and his friend disappeared with a smirk of trouble.
          Nico returned a few moments later with a dorky grin and a crack of the air. “Done,” he chimed.
          “Did you just…”
          “Yep.”
          “And you pulled it…”
          “Swiftly and silently.”
          “And you succe…”
          “Absolutely.”
          “Unbelievable.”
          “Seriously, I just pulled it off.”
          “When did you become so annoying?”
          “Since I figured it annoyed you.”
          Ardent clenched his teeth and tightened the grip on his sword. His friend had no idea what he was asking. All this time they’d been suck on this island and he just leaped away, with no problems, to pull off a troubling trick. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
          His smirk faltered. “What?”
          “That you could leap away when ever. We have been here for a week, stuck here, and along you could’ve leaped...

Not as it Appears


Even though I tell you not to worry,
You still worry on the inside,
But nod.
Even though you hurt on the inside,
You still laugh and smile,
But it’s fake.
Even though you say your fine,
You still doubt yourself,
And I can see it.
Even though you tell me not to worry,
I can see tension in your stride,
But I say okay.
 
Even though you nod,
I notice a glimmer of doubt,
But I don’t pay attention.
Even though you laugh and smile,
I find it forced,
But I think my ears are acting up.
Even though you tell me your fine again and again,
You say it so often I’m starting to think you’re trying to reassure yourself,
But I put it out of my mind.
Now I starting to doubt all the things you say,
I still see somethings bothering you,
But I keep quiet.


A Twist


My father always said I’d get my happily ever after, just like he did. It runs in the family he said, everyone ended up happy. With getting the girl and slaying or locking up their mortal enemy or threat. But, the sad part of it is that he met I’m supposed to be the helpless damsel in distress the hero saves and wins the heart of.
I don’t want to be the damsel in distress, this time the story is taking a twist. I’m going to be the hero of my story. I’m going to slay the beast and save the day. But, Father says if you twist the story you’ll become the beast, maybe I’d play that part better.
I was never really one to depend on other people to help when I struggled, I’ve always focused on outside of the story. I always tell myself when I’m struggling, if I can’t overcome, then what’s the point in learning...

A Danger Within

I pace in my room, restlessly,
On hour of end.
​I jump at the slightest of sounds,
and my heart jolts with fright.
​My mind is always so wary and weary,
​with all the hours of sleep I miss and all the voices in my head.
​I lay in my bed at night,
​staring into the darkness with empty cold eyes.
​I don't do anything but sit around all day,
​just staring and whispering of the horrors in my head.
​I lock myself up,
away from all the souls in the world,
​keeping them safe form what is hidden inside me.
​When I look in the mirror,
​it cracks and my eyes feel like their being burnt.
​I don't know what's inside me,
but I knwo on thing...
It's dangerous.

An Answer for Silence

                                                                              Character's thoughts to you
​You said that you'd never talk again and you led up to that legacy. People now think you lost your voice box or something happened to you that caused you to become reserved and shy and they can't think of something that​ big that could damage you that much after all the times you boomed your opinion. Now, I myself think you've become reserved because you never say anything and it's been 7 years since you spoke your sad last words. I still remember them till this day, ​I will never utter another word for eternity then I could keep my conscience clean, are the words you said. Now, you never talking is starting...

The Lion and The Lamb

He is the Lion,
The Lion of Judah.
He is our protector from the evil,
Our shield in battle.
Every knee will summit to the God,
Every knee will bow before the Lion.
He is the Lamb,
The Lamb that was slain.
For the sin from his children and in the world,
His blood breaks the chains of sin that bound us down.
Every tongue will speak the truth,
Every tongue will summit to the Lamb.
He is the Lion,
The King of kings.
The one fighting for his children’s hearts,
His heart breaks at our sins.
Every ear will hear of him,
Every ear will hear his calls.
He is the Lamb,
The lamb of gentleness.
The one with a pure coat,
His aura whispers of love.
Every eye will see him,
Ever eye will believe in him.
He is the Protector of his children,
He is the Lover of his children.
​God is the Lion and the Lamb

A Girl's Dream Personality

    A girl named Kaisha with blond hair and a soft featured face with round blue eyes sits on the floor in her room staring at her blank notebook page. She has to write an essay about a girl she wants to be for homework. She is a shy and reserved girl and doesn't like attention. She puts her pencil to the blank page and lets her pencil do all the work.
   She writes of a girl named Jamaka with soft cinnamon curls along her back with blue eyes and in the middle of confident and revered and shy. She makes Jamaka have a heart of sympathy and a mind that dreams of far off lands and ideas. She makes Jamaka confident enough to say what she thinks and speak up for herself and able to find the words to express her ideas even to anyone that doesn't know her. She writes about Jamaka's sad story of losing her mother...

Insufferable Teacher

    I walked into the classroom room with the other students of the class. It was the third week of school and already my teacher was becoming insufferable. I sit in my seat with the plan of not raising my hand for the day so I don't have to hear my teacher's number one complaint for only me, the student from the north now living in the south. But, of course during the first session my stupid reflects just have to kick in and make my hand fly into the air. Here is how it went.
​    So, my teacher was teaching us math, which my brain just had to know so well and have to give the answer to like every question. "Now, who can tell me how to separate the variable?" She asks in her sweet voice. The answer shot in my mind but I tried to ignore the nagging feeling of proving myself to everyone. But, my hand still...

Insufferable Teacher

    I walked into the classroom room with the other students of the class. It was the third weak of school and already my teacher was becoming insufferable. I sit in my seat with the plan of not raising my hand for the day so I don't have to hear my teacher's number one complaint for only me, the student from the north now living in the south. But, of course during the first session my stupid reflects just have to kick in and make my hand fly into the air. Here is how it went.
​    So, my teacher was teaching us math, which my brain just had to know so well and have to give the answer to like every question. "Now, who can tell me how to separate the variable?" She asks in her sweet voice. The answer shot in my mind but I tried to ignore the nagging feeling of proving myself to everyone. But, my hand still...

The Suspence of Waiting



​I sit with the phone,
​in my hands.
My fingers at ready,
to type and send.
​My eyes play along the screen,
​watching the word I'd repeated over and over,
DON'T FORGET THEM, MOM.
​My ears yearn,
​for the buzzing noise of a message received.
My feet thumping, impatiently,
​while I wallow in the stretching, torturing moments.

​Then, my ears catch the buzzing,
​my eyes see the dot dot dot,
of a sending message.
My fingers dance across the screen,
​with letters being pushed.
​My body vibrates with excitement when the message appears...
Honey, I'm coming home with them.
​My fingers scramble with pushing the send button,
​one word typed,
​HURRAY.

I jump to my feet,
​dancing around the room,
and shouting with joy.
I remember my brother in home,
​and crash into his room,
suprising him.
​"What is your problem?"
He shouts.
​"Mom, coming home with them,"
​I say and he jumps out of bed,
​running...

The Suspence of Waiting



​I sit with the phone,
​in my hands.
My fingers at ready,
to type and send.
​My eyes play along the screen,
​watching the word I'd repeated over and over,
DON'T FORGET THEM, MOM.
​My ears yearn,
​for the buzzing noise of a message received.
My feet thumping, impatiently,
​while I wallow in the stretching, torturing moments.

​Then, my ears catch the buzzing,
​my eyes see the dot dot dot,
of a sending message.
My fingers dance across the screen,
​with letters being pushed.
​My body vibrates with excitement when the message appears...
Honey, I'm coming home with them.
​My fingers scramble with pushing the send button,
​on word typed,
​HURRAY.

I jump to my feet,
​dancing around the room,
and shouting with joy.
I remember my brother in home,
​and crash into his room,
suprising him.
​"What is your problem?"
He shouts.
​"Mom, coming home with them,"
​I say and he jumps out of bed,
​running...

The Suspence of Waiting



​I sit with the phone,
​in my hands.
My fingers at ready,
to type and send.
​My eyes play along the screen,
​watching the word I'd repeated over and over,
DON'T FORGET THEM, MOM.
​My ears yearn,
​for the buzzing noise of a message received.
My feet thumping, impatiently,
​while I wallow in the stretching, torturing moments.

​Then, my hears catch the buzzing,
​my eyes see the dot dot dot,
of a sending message.
My fingers dance across the screen,
​with letters being pushed.
​My body vibrates with excitement when the message appears...
Honey, I'm coming home with them.
​My fingers scramble with pushing the send button,
​on word typed,
​HURRAY.

I jump to my feet,
​dancing around the room,
and shouting with joy.
I remember my brother in home,
​and crash into his room,
suprising him.
​"What is your problem?"
He shouts.
​"Mom, coming home with them,"
​I say and he jumps out of bed,
​running...

Pieces Everywhere


​Broken and shattered,
​all these pieces of hearts scattered.
Once whole and pure,
​now wrecked and mere.
​All these emotions,
​rising and all in motion.
​Once full of love and kind,
​now worthless in the mind.
Your pieces are so scattered,
​you can't keep together anymore. 
 

My Ruins

​I walk through the ruins of the ancient temple,
​layers of ivy and dirt consume everything.
​Tarnished walls that once stood tall and mighty,
​now on the ground in pieces.
​Old statues of their emperors,
​crumbled in the dirt in pieces.
​Ancient walls with symbols etched into them,
​are warn and faded.
​Paths of brick,
now torn from their cementing.
​And, houses are now set in their graves,
​in pieces of cracked bricks.
​These are the ruins of my ancient ancestors.

Silence is Given


I search the corners of the world for you,
​I search in to the core of the earth and to the skies of space.
​I search the galaxies,
​I search the oceans.
​I search for you,
​but you never answer my calls.
​Instead of giving me your voice,
​you give me silences.

An Answer for Silence

                                                                                       Character's thoughts to you
​You said that you'd never talk again and you led up to that legacy. People now think you lost your voice box or something happened to you that caused you to become reserved and shy and they can't think of something that​ big that could damage you that much after all the times your boomed your opinion. Now, I myself think you've become reserved because you never say anything and it's been 7 years since you  spoke your sad last words. I still remember them till this day, ​I will never utter another word for eternity then I could keep my conscience clean, are the words you said. Now, you...

Rooster's Crow

Sunup, cloudy sky,
​Rooster flaps to highest roof,
​Puffs his chest and crows.

Rooster's Crow

Sunup, cloudy sky,
​Roster flaps to highest roof,
​Puffs his chest and crows.

Rooster's Crow

Sunup, cloudy sky,
​Roster flaps to the highest roof,
​Puffs his chest and crows.

A Moth and a Flame



A white moth stirs,
In the night air,
Whispers flow on its gentle wings.
 
A flame within the night,
It rises from the ashes,
Glows and dances along with the swift breezes.
 
The moth’s black eyes catch a spark,
The flames call to it,
They become one,
The Moth drawn to the Flame.

Galaxy


Stardust blown into a mass,
Set in the blanket of the darkness,
Tear drops fall into clusters in the stardust.
As they fall from the heavens,
The tears and stardust are stirred by the voice of God.
They are nestled together,
Bound together by the galaxy’s embrace.

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