
Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart

Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I wake in the warmth of the sun, excited and gleaming with joy. Today I get to see him, Kieran. I grab the morning light bag and fill it with as much light as possible and then whisk away on my wings, flying to the darkness of Earth.
Dawn is in mere minutes and I make it just in time to slowly unbag the light. As time goes by, the light will grow brighter until it eventually dies in the evening.
“Already here to make my shadows disappear,” Kieran said, stepping beside me with a smirk. “Your shadows have roamed on Earth all night. It’s morning now; time for light,” I said, smiling at him. The light in the sky grows brighter, casting Kieran in a golden glow. I smile as he walks closer a kisses my cheek. “You are my light,” he said. “And you are my darkness,” I replied.
His eyes, blue like the sky after a storm, and vibrant like the strong ocean. His skin, perfectly smooth, with no scars plaguing his skin. His lips, full and charming when smirking, and his white teeth shimmering glee. The black waves of his hair sit perfect atop his head, enhancing his beauty to maximum. And his body, lean and muscular, clearly chiseled to perfection, like a sculpture. He was a piece of art, meant for people to gaze at. If only I looked like him, then maybe she’d love me as she loves him. If only…
In my trial of dark and coldness, I finally found the light and warmth. I took my own steps And fought my own fights.
I didn’t need to hold your hand, Or count on you to win my battles. I did it all on my own… without you.
Now in my garden of life, I reside happily, Void of cold death and Harrowing darkness.
But then you walk through, Interrupting my blissful glee. You’ve come back, But I no longer need you.
I am strong on my own, And happier than ever.
Once upon a time, there lived a kind-hearted young woman, who loved flowers, butterflies, and the soft scent of the ocean mist, wavering from the gentle breeze. Her name was Melinda, and she was in desperate love with the king.
The king, Caspian, was newly crowned at the young age of 20 after his father’s tragic death. It was hard ruling a kingdom without the man who was there all his life. But then he met the beautiful, energetic Melinda and was enthralled. He loved her, deeply and desperately.
One day, when the sun shone brightly and the birds sang heartily, Caspian walked with Melinda in a meadow of flowers. “My love,” he said, bending down on one knee, “will you marry me?” Instantly Melinda leap with joy and shouted “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ultimately she decided to marry the king, but not for power or riches, but for love.
I could really go for some chocolate cake. I look at the shiny brass key lying in my hands that has a slice of cake engraved on it. “Yep, cake time,” I whisper to myself as I unlock the door to a bakery. I scan the cakes in the case and find my chocolate cake. I enjoy it with a cup of tea.
How can life grow from the ground of blood?
My steps are stained With crimson red blood. The air is filled with Sweet scents of rose bud.
Tragedy was here, Death in its presence. Yet the rose bushes flourish Despite darkness’s essence.
Through the path built on blood I walk to find green grass again. Tragedy never lasts forever, But beauty of roses grows time and time again.
The star was falling with grace, silver spurs and light purple sparkles emitting from its beauty. My eyes were hypnotized by the sight, wanting to capture it and keep it forever. It was a beautiful disaster.
Fear was the first thing to strike me. Why was the star falling? Did space decide to kick it out? My chest was beating harshly as my breath was getting heavier. Surely the star would crash into earth and blow us into oblivion. We were all going to be dead in minutes.
I didn’t know what was in the sky, but it was strange. It reminded me of the light hues of the sky just before sunset; light purples and blues. I wondered what it would be like to touch the colors. As close as it was getting, maybe I would be able to.