I wright young adult fantasy, and sci-fi. Some of my stuff will have characters from my WIP. My works may have LGBTQ+ characters in them. Some of my short stories will have part of my WIP’s in them.
I wright young adult fantasy, and sci-fi. Some of my stuff will have characters from my WIP. My works may have LGBTQ+ characters in them. Some of my short stories will have part of my WIP’s in them.
High above the city. That where we live now. The once beautiful city, now in ruins. High above the city, that beautiful, beautiful city. The city I call home. The city I loved. The one that became corrupt. The one that became oppressive. The one that I vow to destroy. Mark my words, this city will rue that day that they called me, Circe Namona Pines, a monster. This I vow!...
Did I cross the line?
Did I go too far?
Is all lost?
Is hope gone?
If I crossed the line?
Why couldn’t I do it again?
To help my friends?
Or save him instead?
I crossed the line.
And I’d do it again.
I’d betray everyone.
To help him in the end.
I’ve crossed the line!
To save my friend!
I’ve crossed the line.
And risked it all,
In the end....
Freedom,
Many people have died for it
Many of which were young
For it, they rioted.
Freedom,
What our country fought for
Then this country became numb
They fought in oppressiong wars.
Freedom,
Is it ever truly there?
Many don’t see the reason
Or truly they don’t care.
Freedom,
Paid for with blood
What have we become
Do we need another flood?...
High above the city,
That’s where I go
It doesn’t look pretty
So why does it feel like home.
High above the city,
My favorite place
Even if it makes me feel dizzy
It is where I’ll spend my days.
High above the city,
The one that threw me out
They called me risky
And I need to shout.
High above the city,
Do they really need me?
High above the city,
I’m finally set free....
We crashed. Nothing got through the radios. We tried to survive. Then they came. We tried to communicate with them, but no one was able to understand us. Even if they could, I doubt that they would. They started to hurt us, to tear apart our ship. When we started to fight back, they called us monsters, evil beings. We are the Skatlargnet. We will not be destroyed!...
You don’t want to play the game. It changes you, and not in the good way. It will break you, remold you, and reshape you in ways you never thought imaginable.
People want to play the game. They think it’s not as bad as it seems. They want the money. They are greedy.
They don’t like it when they play the game....
Can you hear me
I can’t hear me
This world is too loud
And these people too proud
Can you hear me
I ask the tree
Nature cannot hear
Nor can they see
Can you hear me
My voice is lost
No one can hear me
Too many people are crossed
Can you hear me
I no longer have a voice
My words are too soft
And my heart too corse...