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Alter-ego account for Quille.
I think that probably says enough :)

Published Work

Song Writing Competition 2019

Battered Dreams and Fairy Wings

Trade my soul to buy some copper fairy wings
And resurrect my battered dreams
Stitch the pieces of my heart with woodwind strings
Don’t mind if the music sounds like screams

I need to fly away
And break the chains that bind me to yesterday
Need to fly far, far away

Melt the poisoned ink from the pages of my life
And give the whole damn thing a rewrite
Free from the broken heart you left me in strife
Hope for a happy ending in sight

I need to write away
And break the chains that bind me to yesterday
Need to write far, far away

Stop time’s pendulum on the night we first met
When we both stayed to shy to dance
If we stayed on that floor forever I bet 
We could give each other another chance

I need to dance away
And break the chains that bind me to yesterday
Need to dance far, far away



The Arms of Love

Refuge is the warmth I feel when your arms are around me, holding me until the pain is gone. Until I no longer feel like the world will break me and the tears I cry wash myself away. 
The warmth fills the empty cracks in my heart so it can shine again. 
Safety. Welcome. Strength. 

Refuge means I never have to face life by myself. You're always by my side, ready fight with me, ready to carry me from the battlefield if I fall, willing to wait at my bed until I'm healed. 
The blanket of your embrace always ready to cover me in the night. 
Forever. Loyalty. Shelter.

Refuge is something I've never had. I've had to face life alone. I have to fill the cracks in my own heart. I have to fight by myself. I make my own blanket.
The world might break me.
Struggling. Breaking. Hurting.

Answers If You Want Them

Did this so long ago! Sorry I haven't gotten around to answering your questions, guys. Thanks for asking them. Here are the answers.

Mary Wall

Did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? Do you still have it?

Yes, it's a cocker spaniel named Lassie (original, right?) that I've had since I was a baby.

How many falls did it take before you learned how to balance on a bike?

I'm not sure. I learned to ride a bike in one afternoon. After that was when I had the most falls. lol.

Do you prefer pencil/pen and paper or a computer when you write?

Pencil and paper for all my first drafts (pens too!). Then I type out the second drafts. Working on my seventh book :)

Do you plan scenes before you write them, or like me, do you get a few paragraphs in and then realize you're stuck because you didn't know where it was...


Many thanks to Janna Brown for inspiring this piece with her poem, The Storm.


The Earth

Rich brown earth sifts through my farmer's fingers,
Warm moss caresses the bottoms of my Hobbit feet,
Trees stretch high above my Elven head,
Whispering ancient ballads through their leaves
As I meander through the deep forest. 
Thick beams of sunlight fall through treetops,
Fairies dancing in their glory.



There's not much point in this piece, I just need to rant on some weirdness.

Last year, June 16th, I got stung in the back of the neck by a bumble bee. 

This year, June 14th, I got stung in the hand by a bumble bee--while brushing it off the back of my neck!

Basically, I'm just noticing a pattern and I want to know wtf it is and why. 

Really, I'm a little nervous about next year. 

At least I won't get arthritis in that hand, according to my grandfather.

Also, I know I have a Q&A piece where the questions need answered. I'll do that asap.

Unplugged: Op-Ed Competition

An Audience of One

"The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one." ~ William Strunk 

    The girl sits on a rock shelf in the creek, pen and notebook in hand, as she quotes the above words. The start of her entry for Write the World's latest contest: Unplugged, What Would Life Be Like Without Social Media? It's an Op-Ed, not her favorite, but she's going to try anyhow.

    She squints at the blinding white paper, brushing deer-flies out of her tangles of wet, red hair as she thinks of what should be written next. What her arguments should be.

    She's eighteen years old and has spent the first seventeen and a half of those years without any social media connection. A seventeen-and-a-half-year tradition she was loathe to break--until she stumbled onto WtW last year in a search for writing contests. 


What To Do When You Find Out Your Crush Already Has A Girlfriend

All the pain is gone.

Refuge found 
In tears.
All the pain; cry
Until it's gone.
Let go.
He probably wasn't worth it.
You'll find somebody better.

Let Her Scream Once

Ever want to scream all the words in you onto paper?

She was strong enough. She was strong enough to keep it all in and keep going when that feeling took hold of her. 
She was strong enough. 

but nobody cared.

Nobody cares how strong you are until they fall.

She's still strong enough, but she has to say something this one time. 
Just this once, she needs to scream.

Then she'll go back to being strong. 
She'll never ask for another favor again. 
She'll never scream out her pain.
She'll keep it inside where nobody can see. They'll only see a smile.

But this time, let her scream.

The Strong Is:

He stands after being beaten.

Eyes still fire bright.

He smiles and lets his enemy walk away.


Dear person,

Yesterday was the first time I've ever been hurt for being homeschooled. Yeah, people have said derogatory things before: unsocialized, nerdy, etc. But yesterday, it hurt.

I was invited by one of my new friends to an ice cream social at her college since I'm college-age. 

And a lady there said it was a shame I was homeschooled. That I missed out on all kinds of stuff like prom. 

I sat there and took it, thinking how great it was that I'd also missed out on shootings.

She kept talking.

I took it, knowing I was smarter than her--a college teacher--and not even close to bragging. 

A girl came in having trouble with her math. I told her how to solve the problem, but she either didn't hear or ignored me.

They cheated to get good grades on their exams, the teacher let them. And they only had work to show in the first few pages of their...


So, here's my dilemma:

I am in love, totally in love. With a fictional character I created.

And since everything we write is an extension of ourselves, is that narcissism? 

Oh, did I mention he's dying?
As in I'm killing him.

So, I am murdering a part of myself that I love. Or something like that.

Is that sane?

Any Questions?

Hi guys. I'm CuaCriaulthy.

Are there any questions you'd like to ask me? 

I'd like to thank @bride124 for coming up with this, by the way :)

So, ask me questions and I'll answer in a few days. 

Thanks :D

xxxx CuaCriaulthy

Love in Words


Dear person,

    I'm apparently crazy. I see these pictures of people online and I fall in love with them immediately. They all look the same: Like a book character I made up. 
    His name is Alastair and I've written three books about him so far. There will be a fourth.
    He has dark hair that falls in light waves to his shoulders. His eyes are silver, so bright you can hardly look at them for long. His face is sometimes serious or sad, but he's perpetually happy. Yes, his skin is on the pale side. 
    And I see people who look like him all over the place; none exactly like him, but each in their own way. I can't help but love them. Even if their just a random person on social media.
    Here's something else: I have read books with other characters who look similar and I don't like...

What Happened??

I wrote a review yesterday and it's gone. What happened to it????

I looked under 'my reviews' and it's not there. The sidebar says I haven't written any reviews. 


Bread and Light

Feed Me More!

She thrives on negativity, 
Turning it positive with a smile.

She guzzles poetry,
Life in words.

She draws from 
Beauty; gaining inspiration.

She sucks up the demons that feed on others
And bottles them in ink.

She gains strength from a Savior's love,
Getting through every day.

The only elixir denied her
Is the love of a human like her
Who she loves
And creates smiles of darkness for.

A Passion So Deep #sweetlybitter

The writer sits with a notebook she's been filling for two months--the latest of literary endeavors. The words come easily, but so does the blood. She's bleeding as she writes, hands chapped from being rubbed over acres of paper.

But why should she care? They'll heal. 


Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. A very, very happy little girl who dabbled in poetry and short stories. She tried to write larger works occasionally, but it was okay if she didn't finish. 

Life was simple then; she had everything she could want except a farm in the country and Prince Charming. She had games to play and often spent the whole day playing them.

Nothing really mattered. Yes, she wanted to be famous when she grew up--extremely famous--but why worry about it now? 

Then something called time happened and the girl realized that she was growing up faster than she thought. 

At twelve, she decided to try serious writing. At seventeen,...


A q&a from Janna Brown

1. Favorite book? 

N/A because it's one I wrote and I'm not ready to share it.

2. Favorite song?

Currently, Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

3. Favorite music genre?

I like most genres.

4. Hobby? 

Writing! I also like to draw; I do all kinds of pictures to go with my books.

5.Favorite food? 

Uhh.... I have no idea. Not much of a food person, but I like to eat?

6.Would you say you’re more of an extrovert or an introvert? 

Neither. I took the Myer-Briggs personality test and it said 'you have neither introvert nor extrovert preferences' but it put me in introvert anyhow!

7.If you could go back to anytime in history, where would you go?

Medieval fantasy :).

8.What’s your philosophy in life? 

Screw mistakes. They're just as fun as being perfect; sometimes more.
Oh, and love rocks :)

9. What are you passionate about? 

Writing! And anything to do with...

I Write All The Time...

My worst nightmare is to be voiceless.
I write all the time because of that.
So I can tell my soul in full detail.
My worst fear is that I'll be forgotten after I've run out of things to say.
I write all the time because of that.
So my words will never disappear.
My worst enemy is ignorance. Being ignored by others when I put my heart into their hands.
I write all the time because of that.
So that one day, people might see me in this whirlpool they call life
And I call Writing.


I spend five minutes
Jumping through reCAPTCHA hoops
Trying to login 
To this account
And I get to the dashboard
To find...
Guess I sound selfish 


So, there's apparently a trend going around where everybody writes a piece introducing themselves. Mine:

This account is an outlet for a different user to scream her fucking head off until she's done.

She's been writing since five-ish. Her interests include: Writing, writing, music, and more writing. She likes to draw and paint, but it usually ends up as something for her books no matter what. Hence, she'll never need to hire somebody to do her book covers. 

She has tons of sisters and one brother. She loves them all and does her best to be a good big sister to them. 

She is currently trying to get two books published, not counting a collection of poetry. 

She is also feeling a little hurt right now, so cut her some slack please. 

Life was supposed to be a rainbow after her birthday, but it hasn't really changed. She's graduating from high school this Friday and that's supposed to change things...



1. She was strong. She never asked for favors without giving.

2. She was pretty and she knew it. She didn't let anyone make her feel less.

3. She knew how to be happy all the time. 

4. She knew how to make others happy.

5. She still does it. No matter what life throws her way, she is strong enough to put others before herself and make them smile.



9 The happy months she was there

8 Her number of close friends

7 Days of the week she was there supporting them

6 The times she burnt herself out completely for them every day

5 The days until her birthday counted

4 The days until she left

3 The 'friends' who said good-bye

2 The things that made her leave

1 The times she came back 

0 Those who remembered her

She Left

I miss the days when I had friends. It's hard to start over again after you left. After you walked out on them. 

Once, I broke down and went back to them under a new name just to see how they would treat me. I guess that was nice. They didn't know who I was, but that made me sadder. They couldn't tell who I was by anything I did or said.

And worse, they treated me like they always treat newcomers. When I was one of them, I'd warmly welcome everyone; arms always open. 

Only one person welcomed me back.


She thinks maybe she'll walk out on them again. If they don't want her back, even under a different name, why should she stay? It's not worth it anymore to pretend anyhow. She left because she had to, staying in the shadows a little longer because she needed to keep her promises. Promises she made, she had to...



Tonight at the very least
He needs you
Every damn night

We love you
And we hate him
You know that it's not personal,

I'm sorry

And I hope you aren't hurt by your 
Mean sister the 

Queen of cruelty. Just ask your 
Everything he says is a lie.