Stephany Queen

“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.

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Stephany Queen

“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.

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Day 384

Stephany Queen

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Dear magic erasure,

I have had a very busy day today. I thought about a lot during our group therapy session. I thought about Jacquelyn, Dave, and Donna. They went through a lot because of me. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that I made them go through so much though. It provides character development.

The prison guard keeps taking my dairy to read! I bet they want to know what I’m thinking abo...

Nerves

Stephany Queen

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As the young girl walks down the narrowing hallway, everything seemingly stops. Her future could be determined by what lies behind that door.

She stops dead in her tracks from her nerves. A woman stops to ask if she’s okay, and the girl confides in the older woman.

“I was nervous my first time too. You’ll do amazing, I know it. You seem like a kind girl.” The young girl thanks the kind woman a...

Beauty Of The Beast

Stephany Queen

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Everyone agrees that everything around them have certain noticeable features too them, but some people don’t have these thoughts to them.

The air has a crisp ring of ambient city noise. The bustle is apparent around the tall man. A happy upbeat smile seemingly painted onto his face as the man next to him drops all of his papers out of his briefcase. He keeps walking though, unaware.

Pigeons mi...

Icicles

Stephany Queen

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Freezing tentative steps on crunchy thin leaves sent shivers up my spine. A stare like no other, dead, and cold. Through the distorted icicles I could see freedom, and my demise....

Horror

Maze of Sights

Stephany Queen

2 min read

The carnival is filled with wonderful things, but sometimes their not the funnest in the world. The worst part about this specific carnival was that it had clowns in their mirror maze to encourage everyone. The person who thought of that really should have their head screwed on again.

Claire has hated mirror mazes since the first time she stepped into one. She had walked straight into a mirror a...

Horror

Time

Stephany Queen

1 min read

I once thought that the sun sets at the end of the day, but … I was wrong. It doesn’t set. In fact it never rests. It doesn’t sleep. It keeps burning, and it will continue to burn nonstop like expectations. Expectations don’t stop once someone doesn’t follow them. They’re just added on too.

We expect the sun to burn forever, but in some distant future it will run out of gas like a car. It won’t b...

High Above the City

Stephany Queen

1 min read

Above the city

Stillness and silence alike

Beauty of bronze life

Busy sea of stars

Orange, red, and green alike

Murderous flashes

Waterfalls’ music

Hustle and bustle’s humming

City’s sweet melody

Rivers of light

Buzzing bee’s honey rivers...

Where The Wind Blows

Stephany Queen

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I have always loved the never ending plain. My brother loved it too.

The wind has always ripped strongly through the air, almost knocking us over and destroying our inky umbrella.

My brother has always wanted to walk across the plain. He wanted his life to end before it had began. He said he would get through the wind and walk to the end of the plain, out of sight.

He said he wanted to see w...

Field Of Blood

Stephany Queen

1 min read

We were together

Thought it would be forever

Deep down it’d never

Brawl, brawl forever

Peace never inside ourselves

Forever brawling

Blood given for peace

Never reconciling

Forever bloodshed

Sometimes we fall in,

Love with ideas not you

People imagine...

Mental Obstacle

Stephany Queen

1 min read

I think I’m broken. I’m not as energetic and happy like I usually am. And, I’m not angry about it either, but my chest doesn’t feel right. I feel like something’s plaguing my mind all the time. It’s cloudy like fog, and it doesn’t feel nice. I feel like I’m trying to run in really sticky black goo. I want to cry, but I don’t really want to do anything. I’m tired, and I’m not as giggly as I was yes...