The January Scribe

Meet the January Scribe- Me! An amateur writer and musician who loves expressing my feelings through art. Reading, writing, and playing music have always been favorite hobbies of mine. I believe that EVERYONE should get a chance in the spotlight.

The January Scribe

Tip-Toe

The January Scribe

1 min read

Tippy toes

No one knows

Why she treks across the river

Silent night

Christmas lights bright

As the hope inside her

It’s a mystery

As unsolved and untrue

As the mystery

Of the man she’s searching for....

Poetry

Drama

Trapped

The January Scribe

1 min read

Everyday’s the same.

I wake up to the sound of my crank turning, and I start my routine.

I put on the dress and I apply my makeup.

In between my dance, I eatunch or dinner, depending on the time.

And then I do it all again.

Going around and around and around band around…

Just like my perfect turns.

Some days, I enjoy the routine.

But others, I feel trapped. Trapped in this female porcelain...

The Important Things

The January Scribe

1 min read

My grandmother always told me…

“It’s okay to cry

But people may judge you.

The important thing is not to listen.

It’s okay to not be white and Christian

But people may call you names.

The important thing is to remember who you are.

It’s okay to be different

But people may drift away.

The important thing is to remember to be yourself.”

And then she would tuck

That stray sprig of hair

Back under...

Poetry

YA fiction

To Kill An Enemy

The January Scribe

2 min read

The old gypsy handed Maisie the satchel. Both women’s faces were shrouded by their dark hoods. The old woman’s hand shook, the bracelets on her wrists jangling. Maisie held it in her pale, steady hands and peered inside.

“What’s in it?” Maisie asked.

The gypsy replied in verse:

“Take a look,

And you will see.

It’s not what I tell you,

But what **you** think.”

Maisie just nodded and slung the s...

Mystery

Science fiction

Take It Or Leave It

The January Scribe

1 min read

“Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.”

That kind German stranger meant well, Karina knew that. But she was still recovering from her panic attack that even led her to this moment.

Of course she had to work hard for all 27 years of her life, go through five rounds of auditions, and actually get enough money to go the Frankfurt. Of course her anxiety decided to flare up.

Wonderful.

“I’...

YA fiction

Leeches

The January Scribe

1 min read

I slink through the alleyway, trying to blend in with the shadows.

The small nook is crowded and has a lingering smell of urine and cigarette smoke. Yes, it’s disgusting, but it’s secluded.

I take my hood off and walk towards the town square of Amethyst Hall. The fountain is cracked and mossy, and the water is dirty, long infected with bacteria and diseases. I take a seat on the shattered marble...

Horror

Fantasy

Maybe

The January Scribe

1 min read

Maybe we are fragments

Of light from a kaleidoscopic

Perhaps we are

The same image

Camera shots

Form slightly different angles

All colors are just shades

Of another one

Is that why we are a rainbow?

Every piece of music

Is just a time and key

That’s why auto-tune and voice changers

Are used by overproduced pop stars

Maybe we are not original as we think

Like nature’s repeating patterns

But wait!

...

Poetry

Fickle Flames

The January Scribe

1 min read

Fire is a fickle fiend

When I exhale all my anger

It roars like the lions in my head

When I cry out all my sadness

It dips down like the dying daisies in my eyes

When I kiss the flames with my happiness

It was dances like the undoubtful Danes in my dreams

When I tell tales of all my love affairs

It burns and simmers

Like the heat rising to my cheeks

Fire is a fickle fiend

Like the mind that so val...

Poetry

Hiding Place

The January Scribe

1 min read

I cackled devilishly

And I dashed behind the bushes

“Ready or not,

Here I come!”

I crouched down, giggled

And he ran to the bushes

Parted them

Smiling that toothless smile

“Found you!”

And seven years later

I sob, distressed

And I run into the tiny bathroom

“I’m _not_ coming out there!

I am not, I am not!!”

I crouch down, bury my face

And he’s not here to comfort me

He’s left us

Hanging my head l...

Poetry

Drama

The Council

The January Scribe

2 min read

The sound of the keys clacking beneath my dancing fingers soothes my soul. Usually. It’s hard to hear the sound of typing over the shouts coming from a few feet ahead. I fidget with one of my many braids as my fellow council members argue before me.

“Maybe if you weren’t a prick, Sam, we’d actually get something done in here!” The president, Alyssa, hisses towards our veep.

“Well, _you’re_ the o...

Drama

YA fiction