𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 🦋

Hi, I’m 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 🦋! Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, LoTR, and KOTLC are just a few of the stories that I like to read! I’m an avid reader (if you couldn’t already tell 🙃) and a I also enjoy writing 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 (and sometimes 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂)!!! 😊♡

𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 🦋

Camp Ridgeview Pt. 2

𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 🦋

1 min read

My lungs are burning with in intense feeling, like I’m being lit of fire from the inside. My eyes closed tightly under the lake water as I kick my legs, reaching my arms up to break though the water’s surface. I need air. Now.

I gasp, rubbing my eyes with my fist as I adjust to the setting. A camp counselor is looking at me dead in the eyes, a frown on his face clear as day. “You failed.” The onl...

Fantasy

Camp Ridgeview Pt. 1

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1 min read

Am I a troubled teen? Mabey. Although “troubled” doesn’t _necessarily_ apply to what I am.

My parents are the living definition of “a picture of perfection”. Top of all their classes in college, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect personality, perfect powers, perfect everything. The _only_ thing not perfect? Me.

Their not so smart, rebellious, 14-year-old, black sheep of the fam...

Fantasy

In The Darkness Of The Night

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1 min read

Blue and red lights flashed in the distance,

Dancing in the night, is a pulse of resistance,

A distant hum, a whisper of sound,

Not the law, but something profound,

A heartbeat echoed, slow and deep,

A secret meeting where shadows creep,

Lights flicker, brief as a dream,

Not law’s pursuit, but something more unseen,

A silent signal in the night,

Guiding the lost, hiding from sight....

Ode To My Alarm Clock

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1 min read

Blessed be the sound that puts a start to my day,

A screeching cry that sweeps my peace away,

So lovely, this torture, so sweet and clear —

To rip me from my dreams and take my here,

Thank you, clock, for never letting rest,

Your punctuality is what I love best,

Who really needs sleep? Not me, with your cruel chime,

For every morning, you steal all of my dream time....

Poetry

In The Darkness

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1 min read

With the night comes darkness but also stars,

Whispers of light behind the veil of scars

In the quiet depths where shadows fall,

A flicker of hope stands stands tall

The moon, a lantern, gently sways,

Guiding the lost through twilight’s maze

For in the dark, we learn to see—

That even in shadows, we’re truly free...

Poetry

Fresh Breath

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1 min read

**_Citizen_**:

“I mean, seriously, O’Hare?

I have to pay for air, that’s not fair!

It’s just not right!

Breathing’s free, or it was last night!”

**_O’Hare_**:

“Oh, dear friend, you’ve got it wrong, the worlds been sold, it’s been so long!

The air you breathe, it’s now a few, a tiny charge for liberty!”

**_Citizen_**:

“But that’s absurd! How can this be?

I’ve always breathed, for free, you...

Knowledge

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1 min read

They came from different stars, unknown,

To Earth, a land they’d never grown

In the beginning, they stumbled slow and strange,

Their movements awkward and out of rage

No shinning minds or quick designs,

Just creatures learning in a bind

Their thoughts like clouds, they drifted wide,

As if the lacked a certain guide

Unnoticed intelligence, took its time,

Like clumsy step in foreign rhyme

I watche...

Once Magical

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1 min read

The moonlight danced on shattered dreams,

As silence echoed through broken streams,

Once vibrant skies, now dim and grey,

Where hopes had soared, but led astray

The laughter of past now fades,

Lost in the shadows, in quiet cascades

The fire that once bright and bold,

Now flicker faint in the bitter cold

Beneath the wait of memories old,

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

A place on...

Poetry

Flames

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1 min read

Strength and power

In a single flickering flame

Makes most people glower

But she will call it tame

In its dance, it whispers

Both a force wild and free,

A fire that stirs the heart’s cold ember,

And shows what one could be

Tough it burns and blazes,

It seeks to light the way,

From those who rise from the ashes,

To face another day...

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

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1 min read

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Candles and garlands hung high with care,

But something was stirring in the cold midnight air.

Moon through the window cast shadows so cold,

While whispers and creaks filled the silence untold.

Stocking where hung, yet something felt wrong,

A chill in the room, an eerie, low song.

A fig...