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

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

Secrets From The Wind

The January Scribe

1 min read

I whisper into

The ears of precious children,

“I’ll bring you the breeze”...

Poetry

Fantasy

YOLO

The January Scribe

1 min read

I take a drink

Of sweet nectar

And then I realize it’s poison

What if I crave something poisonous?

I hold the metal blade

It’s cool and soothing

And then I realize it’s a knife

What if I crave something sharp?

I plunge into the water

It swirls around me and I feel at peace

And then I realize I can’t swim

What if I crave something that can swallow me?

What if I crave something that can kill?

In...

Poetry

Drama

The Power Of Love

The January Scribe

1 min read

The wood splinters and leaps up as the bomb hits the ground.

Everyone starts to scream and flee as black cylinders of hate start raining down. Frantically, I look around.

“Azalea!” I call. A big chuck of mud smacks me in the face and lands in my mouth. I spit it out and keep calling my daughter’s name. “AZ-A-LE-AAA!”

Another bomb lands behind my back, and the shockwave knocks me over. What kind...

Action

Horror

Spades

The January Scribe

1 min read

What can you do with a spade?

You can grow something beautiful

Like a morning glory

Or a brilliant tree

You can find life in a piece of metal

Or you can kill

You can do something horrible

Like make your foes bleed out

Until they can’t anymore

You can find death in a piece of metal

As for me?

Well, I prefer the former

I’m the one who adds

More iron

More rust

More hate and deceit

Into the hearts ...

Poetry

Horror