feather quill
I change a lot. 15 she/her
feather quill
I change a lot. 15 she/her
I change a lot. 15 she/her
I change a lot. 15 she/her
Quick- shape my clay face into what you want me to be- before I can choose my self, before I dry- _help_- press your fingers into my eyes if you don’t want me too see -_wait_- ignore my conscience screaming- mold my face into something prettier-_please_- something you would like better or -_wait_- peel my skin, need in mud and make me ugly-I want you to feel pretty -_stop_- I would be anything for...
(Sorry for not following the prompt I just wanted to share)
Today I ate breakfast in a porcelain banana. And I wore my favorite hat. And someone liked it-and my overalls-and my shirt. And I had a cough and a girl I didn’t know gave me a handful of cough drops to keep in my pocket all day. And I drew a picture that I liked. And my little brother was excited to have tea with me. And show me his pl...
The 37th world (kaimaltha major) went dark about twelve generations ago, due to the dust of a star that exploded millions of years ago surrounding their sun (the Rosa 24) resulting in a possibly permanent darkness to the planet. This event however, though classified as a catastrophe, could be considered the main event that sparked the beautiful culture of the kaimalithan people. Since their world ...
“Don’t you want to know?” Says the first stranger on the bench. “Know what?” The other replies.
“Everything.
Why my eyes are gray-
Why the wind replies-
When the sky will be dark again-
What will be the last song you
Hear before you die ?”
Hunched over- the other plugged it’s ears and cried.
“No!” It screamed. “I will never die.”
...
(And a true one)
I have a nine year old sister, her name is Beatrice but everyone calls her Buzzy.
And she is powerful.
When she was born she was the quietest, sleepiest baby in the seven seas. (Her name means peaceful voyager)
But-there’s a legend, that if a baby like that suddenly becomes mischievous, loud, and chaotic overnight, then that baby must be a changling. Swapped out for a fairy. (Not...
Dear rolling hills your swaying waters,
That which make the sky blush so.
Hold tight the ribbon round my neck,
Of blue so dark it glows.
Dear thickest ground of mud and mine.
That which is nothing but everything with added time and stone,
I fell into your grass. And In your arms I found my home....
A girl sat in an old ocean which was now a desert, in a handmade home made of sea glass and ship sails. And the table in front of her whimpered under the thin red cloth covering it. She tried to block it out and focus on meticulously scraping all the possible nourishment of the remnants of fish still left on her plate, but the table groaned and sighed every time the thick clay plate pressed on it’...