All that glitters is not gold

The hopeful eyes of children sold

To the kingdom, To the village

There's something wrong in the village

Glistening spires of cities old

Built by the young 'till they grow cold

With the promise of a beautiful tomorrow

A great one that will keep them from sorrow

All that glitters is not gold

The drying ink of a story told

Still with promise, losing courage

No one reads...

Hallway long and hallway dark

Long and hard I had fought

Against the currents, against the tide

Tearing life from my side

But alas, I grow weary

This world is nothing but dreary

I couldn't go forth

Or go further north

I stay at rest in this place...

But there!

I see a little hare

I follow it down the hall

Leading me to the end, after all

I don't stop to rest

I don't walk slow

I chose to leave the ...

Look at that kid over there

What do you see?

Long hair, and feminine voice

Wearing that dress, not by choice

But look between the lines

What do you see now?

A binder and a bracelet with he/him pronouns

He is a boy and that's all that's there

Let him be who he is, don't stop and stare

The world deceives us, forcing pink and blue on us

But look between the lines, and then there's more of us

There's ...

Jolly sailor bold,

Gripped by water cold

A golden sound,

A song untold

She rose up from the depths,

Omen of watery death

Her voice like venom,

He followed her and left

The sweetness of her music,

Made many men lose it

Poisoning their brain,

Over life they choose it

Jolly sailor bold,

Gripped by water cold

The time has come,

Watch their death unfold...

30 years ago, before I was born, a virus called COVID-19 spread like wildfire throughout the globe. They tried to fix it, to find a cure- but that didn’t happen. Slowly, over the years their were less and less adults until- poof- they were gone.

That’s why all of the kids on Earth are now contained in facilities all over to prevent us from getting the virus. At least, that’s what the androi...

I dug my hooves into the dirt to stop my movement towards the daunting cliff in front of me. I bent my head down and my breath came out ragged. I had lost them for now, but they’d pick my scent up again soon enough.

I guess I should explain what’s going on. What your witnessing is history in the making- the first person to escape The Woods. We’re not supposed to leave, but that’s just because w...