I feel as though my feelings are muted

Covered under the brightest of flowers

Tangled in a mess of pitch black hair

A piercing scream

It stabbed my ears

I turn to a pile of drawings

It fumes at me.

“Your mothers tears”

“Your fathers back”

“Two disappointed eyes”

I cut them off

With a lighter

The drawings

quietly burn

the whispers

slipping I

waited and

watched confused

I have never ...

But It was my rock

It wasn’t the kind

You’d get in your sock

Or something you could find

Anytime anywhere

I should’ve protected it

Not leave it on a chair

Right where my sister would sit

Down on my dear friend

A murder before my very eyes

Cracks too deep to mend

This was the worst birthday surprise

(It was a child grieving over the death of his pet rock 😀👍 Idk why I write stuff li...

I was on my merry way to deliver some goodies to my (although wonderful) deathly sick grandmother.

Prancing through the forest and letting my red cloak brush against my legs, I had heard a low menacing growl behind me, I was so surprised I dodged and jumped right off the pathway and rolled into a dark and damp sink hole! It must’ve been deep because I fell for a long while.

I had some time to ...

“One marigold please.”

The voice startled Jane, she looked up from the flowers she was tending to the man. He came every single day with an almost blinding crooked grin.

“Welcome to the cattail boutique and also, hello again sir.” She answered him with a laugh and picked out his flower from the assortment of bright colors with a flourish. “One quarter for the marigold, I’ll have one ready for y...

Rupert was so wonderfully kind and very very big for a goldfish. So the tears that he cried every single day would be almost the size of her head!

His tears were made of glass and so they sunk to the bottom of the tank making a pile of ‘Prince Rupert’s Tears.’

That’s why he was named Rupert.

She always felt very bad when she saw him because of how sad he must be everyday.

So she decided to che...

My friend and I

We sat in summer

Right in the middle of July

We race all day, it's usually a tie

Sometimes I’m faster

Our tans darkened from the clear sky

We played in trees way up high

Small shiny bugs we’d discover

Shooting stars we watched as we lie

In my hands I held a firefly

Glowing with a pretty color

‘It's the last night’ we sigh...

There was no rain, no dramatic music in the background, just the hushed whispers of the cafeteria’s hungry onlookers. It had started as a dare, a cute little game with my friends, but as I stood there, my heart racing, it was anything but “fun”. I could feel my face burn as I struggled to form the words.

“I know we haven’t talked much, but I felt a… spark,” My voice slowed down and wavered with e...

I can’t look at you straight

My eyes are just lumps of coal

They meet yours so my pupils dilate

Just like a blackhole

But you held them still

Leaving me bewildered

Maybe this hole you could fill

I never thought you’d like me unfiltered

Yet you’re still here I suppose

I should really stop waiting

When I feel I’m too close

Will I start leaving?...

They couldn't see or hear me, no matter how violently I screamed. My voice echoed through the chaos as the ship plummeted from the sky, a fiery comet of despair. I screamed as the flames roared to life, an inferno consuming our hope, and I continued to scream as they slowly flickered out, leaving us stranded in the unforgiving snow.

I stared at the wreckage before me, a colossal monstrosity that ...

The sound of footsteps echoed through the wide, empty ballroom, each step reverberating with a mournful tone. This grand space, once alive with the joyous chatter and laughter of dancing people, now lay in a state of desolation. Dull, faraway explosions punctuated the eerie silence.

The two dancers, their movements slow and deliberate, glided to the center of the ballroom. Their feet barely graze...