She/Her/Hers. I’m a huge fan of all things fantasy!! I love creating my own stories, whether that’s adding on to others, or my own! All of my writings are unedited rough drafts, by the way. 🙂
She/Her/Hers. I’m a huge fan of all things fantasy!! I love creating my own stories, whether that’s adding on to others, or my own! All of my writings are unedited rough drafts, by the way. 🙂
•Him: I tried not to stare as the stranger made a way across the worn oak floor. She seems to be searching for something…or perhaps someone? Looking around myself, I notice that most of the costumers tried not to look at her, either intensely studying their wooden beer mugs, or wearing a mask of neutrality as the figure practically hovered over the floor. Unfortunately, at that very moment I had c...
The tension that surrounds the mud-colored Pit is so thick that even if I had the sharpest knife in the drawer, I’d never be able to slice through. We’re all waiting. We’re all watching. We’re all desperately hoping that the deceivingly soft-looking, cream-colored ball would somehow end up in our arms, and one of us would gain the opportunity to battle frighteningly fiercely for the glory of our g...
The crispness in the atmosphere seemed to interweave itself throughout my silky-soft, snowy fur and in and out of my triangular ears as she swung me in circles, smiling brightly with tears of joy streaming down her sapphire eyes. Then she slowed to a standstill and just stood there and gently yet firmly embracing me with ferocity, love, and commitment. I’d never known an emotion as this before. I ...
Day #445 inside Mount Ida:
Dear Diary…
I suppose it’s about time I tell my story. I mean, there’s nothing else to do down here… under the mountain… all alone. And, I mean, I guess there’s not really any other point of writing this except for my own amusement and sanity. *quietly chuckles* Also, maybe one day my mother will FINALLY TAKE PITY ON ME AND LET ME FREE, FOR THE LOVE OF MOLTEN LAVA. *tak...
He was causally walking with his hands in his jean pockets and his brown shoes softly thumping on the concrete, but he seemed to be studying the pavement intensely as if for a test. The breeze was playfully tossing his sunlit, chestnut-brown hair, but he was so focused on unknown things that the breeze finally got frustrated and moved on to a more corporative playmate. After watching him from behi...
He twirled me under the the sleepy stars,
That wink like Cupids from off afar.
Then gently into the frilly grass,
We lay ourselves with time to pass.
He turns to me, face with moonbeam glow,
And his eyes twinkle, twinkle because they know.
They know my name, my thoughts, my wishes,
And also my pain, my tears as I do the dishes.
But that’s why he’s here, right by my side,
Because he’s there fo...
Grief was the only thing that mattered; his cloudy eyes poured out the new rain and his heart soaked up their liquid until it swelled from trying to hide it all away. Until finally, after all that sadness she had caused, his heart couldn’t take in another drop… and burst, leaving him lying on the floor....
“Ugh. Slop again.” August complained as the thick, mold-green substance slowly slid from the lunch robot’s ladle and plopped onto her tray. She decided not to try to figure out what was actually in it. Then, sighing, she moved up to the desert section. The deserts were barely any better than the entrée, but they at least tasted sweet and didn’t look like they used to be something living. “Cookies ...
“Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting…” The Elder Queen whispered to her young daughter. “But why? You always say to protect our honey at all costs! That it’s the future of the Hive!”
The Queen smiles gently at the tiny bee on her knee; a smile like the sunbeams that gently stroke the daisies in summer. “Well, yes. That is exactly what I mean.”
“But-“
“In order to protect our Hive, ...
The moment he saw what the chest contained, he wished he’d never opened it…but it was too late now…
He started sweating uncontrollably, and stared with eyes like moons at the tiny object at the bottom of the chest. A solid, golden oil lamp. “No… no! How can this be?!” He screeched at the top of his lungs, but it wasn’t a human-like screech. “No… Please, I take it back! I’m sorry I stole that beau...