His eye struck me with simmering rage.

“Delia, why?” He uttered, his voice stern.

Theo knew then, he knew that I put myself in a dangerous situation, one that could’ve killed me.

“I cannot wait for more people to die to take action, Theo,” I explained. “I will fight for our kingdom’s peace.”

“Delia, you barely know how to fight! How will that be any help to anyone?” He said, furious.

He caugh...

You’ve forgotten about me,

Haven’t you.

I am, indeed, an old trinket,

Forgotten and bruised.

You played with me like a toy,

Smiling and laughing,

Until I bored you and was not enough.

Now I lie and rust,

With eternal wounds that have scarred.

You’ve forgotten about me,

But I can never forget you.

The small marks upon my sullen skin

Could write out your name.

I was just a toy for your amus...

It was my second night as a royal guard. My sword felt heavy at my side. I was missing something.

“Arya, missing something?” Captain Holt said with a smirk, holding my bow and arrows up.

I sigh with relief. That’s what I was missing.

I grab them and put them on my back.

“Tonight, guards,” Captain Holt began, “we are to catch an enemy of our kingdom. It is said a spy is watching from the shadow...

The quiet library brings my countless thoughts to light.

My anthropology book is left to the dust as I rummage through all the questions of the world.

“Rowan,” I mutter, deep in thought.

He doesn’t raise his head from his book. “Yes?”

I slowly trace the stained glass table with my finger. “Do you think we are all truly unique, or are we mosaics of every person we’ve ever known?”

The question ...

I want to open the door,

The door to enchantment—

Where every right step

A path of mystery opens.

Down the rose-covered roads,

Animals and fairies would scurry;

Bright magic before me

In a forest so adoring.

In the midst of the night,

Sounds of sweet sing

From the bubbly sea

And the swaying wind....

The falling flakes of snow glitter in the setting sun. Soon the silver moon will gleam against the soft whiteness of the cold snow.

The warmth of my tea diminishes the coldness near the window.

My thoughts think to various recipes that could capture the warmth and comfort of winter.

A peppermint chocolate brownie could bring the perfect taste of winter.

Or maybe a soft molasses cookie, to brin...

Elaine’s weak bones screamed in agony as she slowly pulled the heavy door of her room open.

This was the first time she was out of bed for almost a month.

She’d been bedridden due to her severe unknown sickness.

Day and day, Elaine was left in bed, only to sleep and think on the thought of death.

It was painful living through everyday, only looking at the ceiling, silently begging to end the s...

I am not healed quite yet;

Blood still falls

Like rose petals in autumn,

Spotting my pale skin,

Staining it with remnants of agony.

I am not cured quite yet;

Sickness still infiltrates,

Like poison in a raging river.

My throat is straining with pain,

Unable to speak my agony.

I am not mended quite yet;

Scars still scratch my skin

Like silver trails of shooting stars.

My blemished skin stret...

Ever since I was gifted the ability to hear nature’s talk, I couldn’t resist easedropping on nature’s many conversations.

Who knew it talked so much?

The trees, flowers, birds, woodland creatures, wind, and waves, they speak in tones so vastly beautiful and different I am enchanted by all.

When the sun is high in the sky, and the wind sings a solo song, I sit beneath the talking trees to hear ...

Caspian looks at me with pain in his eyes.

Tears of relief stream down my face at the sight of Caspian.

The castle’s enemy horn sounded minutes ago, I was afraid Caspian would be gone with the other knights.

“Caspian,” I whisper, running and wrapping my arms around him.

The coolness of his iron armor eases my burning skin.

“Everything is alright, darling,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“Wha...