Piper Faust

Im 16 now, and lost my motivation again. Although I think my writing has improved, I’m still in desperate need of practice. Thank you for reading my work and/or giving me hone’s feedback!! ❤️

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Piper Faust

Im 16 now, and lost my motivation again. Although I think my writing has improved, I’m still in desperate need of practice. Thank you for reading my work and/or giving me hone’s feedback!! ❤️

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Each Light.

Piper Faust

1 min read

Each light

Is another life

Waiting to unfold its untold story.

For I have seen city homes,

Above sky high clouds

Slowly drowning in exultation.

Though it is not much,

Those silent lights,

Sit in darkness

Gradually revealing themselves

Into something

Individually diverting....

Four Eyes, One Heart.

Piper Faust

1 min read

It was cold, dreadfully cold. The ever so subtle drip of water to a puddle, echoed off each deformation in the rounded rock. The cave fell deeper and deeper, and the unspoken fear and anticipation grew slowly in my chest, the feeling making my hands numb and stomach twist and turn.

This ritual, in my opinion, was worth it. At the time your seventeenth birthday comes around, you must confront your...

Little To The Left.

Piper Faust

1 min read

It all happened in a expeditious amount of time. The deafening sound of the bullet, ripping through the air then the compact of the silver object against something dense. Time must if slowed because I was soon falling to the cold cement with a tightening sensation forming on my left side. Daniel, my partner, was yelling- awfully loud if I so myself. Even with the screamingly high whistling in my e...

Action & adventure

Crime, mystery & thriller

For The Possibility.

Piper Faust

1 min read

Broken seams,

Tall trees.

Though it may seem;

We are not free....

Poetry

Without Us

Piper Faust

1 min read

The ideas flow in and out of our heads.

Transmitting through each other, using each-other as an anchor for hope and love.

Though the deadly waves and rough storms may drag us through the sand floor.

We are always close, physically or not.

Our hearts always hold one another’s hand, because in reality we are all to afraid to let go.

Without us, reality is all but true....

Romance