The wind was harsh and cold. Blowing the girls hair into her face, refusing to let up. She walked on the wet sand towards the lighthouse. Her raft was abandoned by the shore. Her dress was soaking wet a mixture of the catastrophic wreck and stubborn rain. The ship she had been on sank into the endless ocean, forever gone along with everyone else on the ship. She had managed to get on the raft just in time. The lighthouse was seemingly abandoned, with peeling paint and rusted doors. It took a bit of strength to get in, but when she finally did she took in the surroundings. If no one has been here in years, who turned the light on that led her to the island. She walked up the spirling stair case with careful steps. Entering the room that has the light controls she looked around still no one. Where had everyone gone?

smooth skin now worn down with age Like a grape left in the sun Chesnut brown hair now changed with age Like the leaves that change in the fall

The struggle to walk is reminiscent of your first steps The scars your body adorns is the representation of your life Your eyes still hold your youth Yet your body holds your true age

Your young soul is still there Never aged But your body will show what your eyes connot Growing up like you is a privilege I can only hope for

I used to think that love at first sight wasn’t real, but after seeing her for the first time, I completely changer my mind. Her eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Her perfume was an overwhelming, aromatic smell of flowers. A girl like her deserved a million flowers yet never has been given any. Although no flower could ever begin to understand her beauty. The sweetest smile I had ever seen belonged to her, I had always considered myself a savory type of person, but she just might change my mind. This is what ran through my head as I spoke to her for the first time. They were also running through my mind when I married her. With a sweet smile on her face with flowers almost as beautiful as her, she walked down the isle.

“Your times up. Better run!” The man with the sword yelled at me. I immediately started to run. I ran until I couldn’t breathe. I ran until I couldn’t anymore. I came to a stop hunching over, trying to regain my breathe. I knew if I was found he would have my head. I could not get the knight to understand that it wasn’t me who poisoned the king, however, he didn’t listen to me. I was a servant at the castle, worked as a cook. So when the kind was poisoned, they assumed it would be the cook and they came looking for me. I began to run again, I never really stopped running. I no longer have to run literally, but I have to keep an eye out for people from the castle. Anyone would turn me in for a few shiny coins. This is how I must live my life, until my death or until they catch me.

I can never escape the gaze of our past Your presence lingers so close yet so far I go no where truly alone Do nothing truly alone

I see you in everything I see you in the color yellow I see you everytime i hear the songs you used to sing I see you more now than i did before

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger

She had a cord? It looked to be an old cell phone charger. There was no way she actually thougth that could save her. It was long and the end was cut off revealing red and black wires. Apparently the tribute planned to sneak up behind other tributes and strangle them with. She also stated that if she could get an electrical source she could start a fire. An odd item the bring, but it is what helped her win.

Most people look forward to it I dread it It takes alot to even think about it Another year closer to it

Your eyes were my favorite color With a voice like no other Your presence was a cover With a name that still brings a shudder

I wish you never knew of her So we could’ve had one another I wished you’d stop the uncover So we could have the summer

‘Farewell, my almost lover’

“I am begging you to just let me go, please. You may not think you have a choice, but there is always a choice. I promise you that I will not speak of this to anyone. I won’t tell a soul. I am a mother, and a daughter. If you do this you are taking someones mother from them. You are taking my mother’s only child from her. I may deserve this, but they don’t, they haven’t done anything wrong. No one would know so just-“ The woman’s pleas were silenced when a gunshot rung through the air. Now somewhere in the the world was a motherless child, and a childless mother.