𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
Lesbian/he/him I usually write short stories and most of my characters are gay
The sun streamed through my bedroom window, warming my face and nudging me toward consciousness. Another day in our small town, another day filled with youth group meetings, scripture memorization, and that all-too-familiar struggle of wanting to be a good Christian girl while harboring a crush on Jason, the quintessential golden boy of my high school. He was kind and funny, a perfect fit in the m...
In twilight’s embrace where shadows sigh,
An angel descended from the vast, open sky.
With wings once adorned in celestial light,
Now tarnished and tattered, he embraced the night.
Cast from heaven for a whispered transgression,
His heart, a storm raging with fierce obsession,
For in the depths where dark rivers flowed,
A demon emerged with a flickering glow.
His laughter like th...
From sorrow to hurt
You changed me
Scared of rejection
Scared of being you
From hurt to anger
You left without saying bye
You never saw my sleepless nights
You weren’t there to see me cry
From anger to hate
It all just boiled
The memories toiled
Of the love you spoiled
I hate myself for loving you
I hate you for pretending to care
From hate to rage
I feel like an animal in a ca...
The thick fog enveloped Sir Kently like a suffocating shroud, its chill cutting through the hardened layers of his armor. Each step on the cobblestone path struck the ground heavily, echoing the uncertainty that gnawed at his insides. He glanced around, the mist swirling like restless spirits, obscuring the familiar contours of the city, with the towering stone walls of the castle looming in the d...
Did I cross the line?
Should I not?
You say change is good
But you don’t see it
Did I cross the line?
When I signed the paper
Can you notice me
And not judge?
I can see the disappointment
In your eyes
You wanted me to be protected
But I just feel rejected
Did I cross the line?
Tell me are you proud?
Or are you ashamed of me
Wanting to change.
I look in the mirror
I cut my...
The silence wraps around the room like a blanket. the only light is the lamp on the stand. Immersed in a book with a coffee on the stand. Trying to read when I hear a faint scratching sound I look at the window across from me and see nothing but dirt on the window. Another hour passes and I ignore the glass sound. When I looked up again there was more dirt. Clearly annoyed I turned on lights...
Down the back roads through small towns
And pastures laid out like a patchwork quilt.
Life couldn’t be simpler. Roll down the window and feel the chilling breeze.
The sun warms the leather seats while it shines through the trees. Look out the window and see the cows in the field laying lazily in the grass. See the horses running in the pastures, the lambs huddled under the shade of trees. Dri...