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

Not Your Perfect Woman

The January Scribe

1 min read

Your ally

Your right-hand woman

That’s what I would be

Please welcome me

Like I am your equal

And not your maid

I would be anything for you

I would be a liar

I would be a cheat

I would be perfect

But I will not succumb

To your trap and wiles and lies

I am woman!

Hear me roar!

I would be anything for you

I cannot stress enough!

I would be most everything

Except a damsel in distress...

Poetry

Embrace Your Inspiration

The January Scribe

1 min read

Ignite that spark inside you

As erratic thoughts

Slide in to home

Throw everything you know

You feel

Onto the page

When someone gets you down

Don’t feel ashamed

Originally?

That’s a masterpiece....

Poetry

Oceans Apart

The January Scribe

1 min read

The water, of course, is salty; be it from the natural makeup of the ocean or tears, I don’t know.

Dante- the man I thought was my ally- stole my Maddie from me. First, he pushed her off the cliff. I followed her before I was stabbed, or poisoned, or both.

I’m not quite sure how I survived. Shear luck? Immense skill? Some sort of magic?

Maybe that last guess isn’t so far-fetched. Lately, I’ve f...

Romance

Mystery

Cooking

The January Scribe

1 min read

I try to stir it

But the pot boils over

I hate making sauce...

Poetry

Humour

The Passenger (Part 1)

The January Scribe

1 min read

“Look at this bloke ‘ere.” The truck driver said.

I stared out the window. As a French woman, this city was completely new to me. Even though it was only kilometers away, it felt like a whole new world.

Then, I saw what he saw. The hitchhiker wore a hoodie that shielded his face, and jeans that were darker than the night sky.

“Do you get that kind of people around here often?” I asked, my accent...

Mystery

Horror

The Scars On Our Hearts

The January Scribe

1 min read

I still can’t shake

That moment

When I earned my scars

He tumbled down the hill

And I ran

Down that insipid hill

I followed his trail

I followed the wind

I followed the knife

I slipped

And I earned my grass stains

I grunted

And got up on my knees

He looked at me

And I earned my frown lines

“Don’t go!” I cried

And the tears came

His eyes were brown and glossy

Mine were blue and wet

“James” He ...

Poetry

Romance

Forgotten World

The January Scribe

2 min read

*Dear Celestine,

I hopped on the hoverbus a few minutes after I sent this. I know everyone calls me old-fashioned for using paper and ink, so last century. But, hey, I think it’s a lovely way to spend your time. I quite enjoy the novelty of it. This letter might arrive mere seconds after the bus departs, or it might arrive after I’ve already left.

I can’t express how excited I am for your sister...

Science fiction

Humour