Hey! Iâm just a troubled girl who deals with the struggles of being a teenager through writing. All while listening to Ghost for hours on end and editing my novel.
Hey! Iâm just a troubled girl who deals with the struggles of being a teenager through writing. All while listening to Ghost for hours on end and editing my novel.
âAfter your stunt at your royal wedding last night, your father and I have decided to send you to a wilderness convent!â
Her words ring true as my crown is stripped from me. An emptiness is left behind in its place, almost like I was stripped naked. Prickling sensations run up and down my arms as I adjust into my new uniform. The thin black fabric covers every inch of me, the collar reaching up t...
Itâs been two hours since my wife left home for the grocery store. Her perfume no longer lingers around me. The television is paused to the latest episode of Breaking Bad. As the sun sets, my body sinks into the couch, trapped in boredom. Iâve texted and called to no avail. Only one option is available for me, and that is to wait.
Across my street, flickers of light from a failing street lamp kee...
As I walk into my room, a burning sensation grows between my thighs. Skin chafes against skin, feeding the fire of pain and irritation. Until now, I couldnât acknowledge the rashes growing redder with every step. I peel off my leotard, the sweat on my skin clinging to the thick fabric. When I struggle to pull my legs out, I see the rips in my new tights, I see my motherâs money thrown out the wind...
Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue. Most quarrels are quite entertaining to eavesdrop on. Some are tiring, pointless, and not worth listening to. Today, when I lay down on my spot by the lake, my name is tossed into their conversation.
âIt looks like Lillian has returned.â An oak tree spoke.
âWho?â The groggy timbre of the weeping willow answered.
âLillian! Th...
The rusted key fits the lock like it always does, but the house no longer feels like home. My mind is fogged, and too many things have changed. Itâs as if my memories were stolen from me by an unknown authority.
My dog Desmond is still chained in the back yard, left behind like always. He curls around himself as he naps, leaves and brambles catching in his long curly fur. Whenever I walked in, he...
The worldâs colors shine brightest in the darkness of night. Extravagant building lights shroud out the stars, stripping them of their beauty. Women and men alike wear expensive brands on their wrists and necks, glinting their alleged wealth.
At 8:00, I would stand on my balcony and adore these fascinating things as they pass me by without a second thought. My robe would be wound tight around my...
My mother spoke to me for the last time when I was sixteen just days after my father died. She told me that after five years, she will meet me between where two strings of light touch the ground. Within those five years, Iâve remained just as clueless and the day she vanished from my life. Most of the belongings that would have given me at least a sliver of closure had been sold at a garage sale w...