an aspiring american writer with a love for expression through storytelling. i tend to write from the worlds of both reality and what we find in our nightmares. đŚ i love reading thrillers, horrors, and YA fiction.
an aspiring american writer with a love for expression through storytelling. i tend to write from the worlds of both reality and what we find in our nightmares. đŚ i love reading thrillers, horrors, and YA fiction.
Every day seems the same,
Eternal flames âround my feet
Sparks spiraling high above,
With no conceivable relief.
A sludge of liquid red,
Runs through my veins
Burning coals line the streets,
Voices praise the dead.
Dark robes made of ink,
An unchained melody
Of clanging chains,
With a lock and no key.
A swirling smoke falls,
Over my heavy eyes
As the eternal torment surges,
And my internal sin...
Officer Dawsonâs first impression of Lucy Gordon was this: she looked like a pale, broken doll.
Ashen white skin made of porcelain.
Eyes made of glass.
The only feature that gave her away was the crimson liquid that pooled by her head and her broken, bleeding fingernails caked with dirt. Lucyâs dark hair was splayed out and frozen to the ground; her mouth twisted open in an eternal scream in whi...
Then it begins.
âCheckmate,â Arthur announces.
Suddenly, Evan jumps from the table and flips the chessboard over. He lunges at Arthur, and Mrs. Higgs lets out a scream as she watches her sons topple to the floor. She drops her teacup, spraying steaming tea and porcelain over the woolen carpet.
âEvan! Evan, stop this at once!â She shrieks.
Evan ignores his mother, his fists flying as he pummel...
Throughout my childhood, I always wore a knitted beanie over my head. It was always the same one, tooâa navy blue beanie with yellow stripes. My mother made it herself not long after I was born. âTo make you a little more human,â my mother often told me, pulling the beanie snugly over my head before planting a kiss on my forehead.
I donât blame her. In fact, I silently thanked my mother for her k...
âOhâyikes. Her breath stinks. Really bad.â
I reeled my head back and stared at my childhood best friend, William âBillyâ Perkins, in shock. Here we wereâsprawled on the couch, harboring unsaid feelings and leaning close, about to share our first kiss, when his voice suddenly echoed in my mind, buzzing in my skull and leaving a dull headache in its wake.
I wasnât sure if he spoke, given that I wa...
Hints of festive red
Tucked in velvet green
An evergreen treeâ
Unlike one youâve ever seen
Ribbons of color
Billows of hue
A touch of whimsy
So long overdue.
Songs of glory
Multitudes of angels
Penetrating through
Melodies of sleigh bells
Clouds of snow
Fade from the scene
Leaving a sight
Too great to believe.
Turn back the clockâ
Lock the ticking hands!
âChristmas, everlasting!â
We all hope and...
Something heavy
Settles on my bed
The blanket sinks
I tilt my head
Two blank eyes
Glazed and dead
No color, no hue
Sour white instead.
A voice of gravel
Skin made of boils
Yellowed teeth snap
Cloth caked with soil
Hair made of strings
Wet with putrid oil
Fingers are gnarled,
Tense and coiled.
An ice-cold grip
âRound my stiff limbs
My demon screeches
My demon grins
I try to move
Long nails like p...
I grip my throat and my sanity.
I must be losing my mind. Why did I fall for the eyesâthe rabbit holesâbelonging to my love? Why did I see feeble prey in places where I should have seen vicious predators? Unforgiving monsters?
Now I lay on the tile, fighting for life.
The rabbit hole consumes me....
Life is hardâespecially when youâre hopelessly gorgeous like me.
Iâm sitting on a bench outside the new middle school, waiting for my mom to pick me up. My strawberry blonde hair embraced the natural look today, with perfect, shiny hair waves falling over my shoulders. Iâm watching as a group of boys turn to look my way before whispering to each other, goofy smiles plastered on their stupid faces...
Glories to behold!
We soar through the sky
Surrounded by night
The world passing by.
Cities, valleys, and lakes
Villages, roads, and busy railways
Rivers, streams, and hills
Beaches, coasts, and ocean bays.
When Iâm with you
On a carpet of magic
My world belongs to you
And only you can have it....