Can emotions reside unadulterated and untouched by exterior influence?
Hidden passions for the life that we live in,
That hurtle past like meteors through the vast expanses of space.
They fly unimpeded 
Maintaining a cold, unattainable beauty 
which causes all who see them to gaze up in child-like wonder.
Wonder that lights up kindred hearts and spells the word ‘love’
Or ‘hate’ or fiery passions words alone can’t describe
That streak across the incomprehensible black of consciousness
 
And if...

"What's a Queen without her King?" they all asked her as she took the crown out of her murdered father's hands and placed it upon her softly styled curls.

"Well, we are, historically, better," she replies curtly while stepping daintily over the still-warm corpse. The noblemen of the court parted hastily as the new, young Queen strode to the centre of the throne room.

"You see, a King who is married has a Queen, but because I am on the...

We stand outside the warped entrance of the castle gates. Or at least, that's what they used to be. Moreover, out of the twenty-seven strong group that left the war front to seek help from allies, only five of us are still in any shape to continue.

We had to leave Dominic and Trilla in the Plains after they were mauled by the Outlanders. Sasha was struck by lightning only two days later during a freak storm front battered the...

why are birds so beautiful in the distance
why do flowers look sweeter when they're seen through a lens
and why do you seem so perfect when you've gone
where have you gone, why are you gone

the stories say you only see a person's flaws when you're with them
they say you only see their perfection when they've left you 
i guess i'm like an open book that has already been written
but you gave me to the fire...

why are birds so beautiful in the distance
why do flowers look sweeter when they're seen through a lens
and why do you seem so perfect when you've gone
where have you gone, why are you gone

the stories say you only see a person's flaws when you're with them
they say you only see their perfection when they've left you
i guess i'm like an open book that has already been written
but you gave me to the fire...

She looked around her, her fear a palpable substance in the unmoving air. Spools of shadows condensed unbidden around her hands. They meandered between her fingers and curled around her wrist in an eternal dance. Ther girl herself was blank. Blank mind, blank heart, clean slate. All she had was the shadowy spheres in her hands. The girl held her hands before her as if they were weapons, perhaps they were. Slowly, the spheres began to pulse, their centres speckled...

She looked around her, her fear a palpable substance in the unmoving air. Spools of shadows condensed unbidden around her hands. They meandered between her fingers and curled around her wrist in an eternal dance. Ther girl herself was blank. Blank mind, blank heart, clean slate. All she had was the shadowy spheres in her hands. The girl held her hands before her as if they were weapons, perhaps they were. Slowly, the spheres began to pulse, their centres speckled...