Vanilla

Hey y’all! I’m just a teenage girl, don’t be afraid, I don’t bite. I am and have been a water addict for my whole life; can’t live without it. Love a good snack. Writes all kind of stuff, I like to say I dabble. And I’d love a cookie right now.

Vanilla

A Broken Bridge

Vanilla

1 min read

Long time no see.

Locked myself in

without a key.

Which version is even me?

I’ve gotta book

Of what they say

Heartbreak

Is the highest price to pay.

Opinion upon opinion

My thoughts

Pinned under their dominion.

Guys and Girls can’t be friends

Mental games

I don’t care to contend.

What’s real,

And how much I’ll have to heal?

If I cannot reach that other side,

My only choice is to hide.

...

Poetry

The Lances.

Vanilla

2 min read

(TW: READ AT OWN RISK.)

MIA (MN: CAMREY) LANCE 11/12/2024

“I love him.”

_SUSPECT 1. 13:27 pm._

“Listen Mia, I know that.”

_BROUGHT IN FOR QUESTIONING._

“Then you must understand.”

_REGARDING HER HUSBAND’S DISAPPEARANCE._

“I do. But a lot of people in here don’t. They don’t want to help you Mia.”

_13:39 pm._

“Can you tell me what happened from the beginning? Start with your husband com...

Horror

10:09~10:19

Vanilla

1 min read

Time is a cruel mistress.

And I find her very hard to please.

So many demons, minutes squashed underfoot.

If then and now so when was the last?

The last time I looked at the animated faces and felt something some would call hope.

The last time I felt I was anything but just new,

Anything to you.

The last time I checked my what must be broken phone for the lifelessness it stares at me with.

I w...

Poetry

Murder.

Vanilla

1 min read

First there was one crow, and he was beautiful. Then came the other crows.

The ocean was still. That’s how you knew that somewhere else in the world, all was in disarray.

Jameson walked across campus every morning passing the old dying willow. He’d strip the limbs and weave them into a crown fit for a sinner. He’d learned the skill as a kid from his mother, before she passed. A seagull lande...

Mystery

Thriller

Slap Stick.

Vanilla

3 min read

I pull my hood lower trying to cover my green ringlets that often get in my eyes. I needed a hair cut. Down a dark alley, I walk into a mirror, my clothes turning sharp and angular, sparkling with a rainbow sheen you can’t see if you focus directly on. I check my golden pocket watch. Following three o clock I find my exit into a different alley. I step through, my clothes returning to their basic ...

Fantasy

National Geographic

Vanilla

2 min read

So here our story begins.

In the thick of our beautiful national park.

Jam Ram Park.

Where the lovely river, Jamima, is life blood of all ecosystems,

probably ever.

There is over at least ten species of animals that live here. Most of them eat.

The wooded areas are home to creatures like birds and there are a lot of animals that graze.

Most of them also eat grass. Which is abundant on this plan...

WELLS

Vanilla

4 min read

The electricity crawled through my veins like fire ants carving a labyrinth. It pulsed, stopping my heart.

That was the first time I’d felt misery in slow motion.

The cold shackles dug into my skin where they pinned me down to the dense metal chair while my body convulsed. Sweat dripped into my eyes. Piercing screams rebounded off the colorless walls of the dark room.

I had a sick feeling...

Thriller

Science fiction

The Sun.

Vanilla

1 min read

It’s times like these

Where epiphany meets the horizon.

And you realize just how good life’s been to you.

Yet,

ever yet.

It’s still hard.

Really hard.

Times when you get real aquatinted with lost.

And pain so thick you can’t breathe.

Or move.

I’m having a hard time moving lately.

So I took a walk.

And I talked with the Son.

And He told me what He thought.

He told me to breath.

And he...

Poetry

Painting.

Vanilla

1 min read

My petals peeled

And withered from the toxin.

My stem is weak.

The crimson cover dripped from my skin.

My blood melted the snow.

Colored my tears.

Vivid red blurred my vision.

The moody sky

a backdrop to my death.

A white rose I’ll always be.

But,

I would be

anything for you....

Poetry

What It Used To Be About.

Vanilla

1 min read

Breathe it in and hold it close to your chest.

The lights became her eyes.

She was alone

But the river of applause coaxed

Words into the memory of smiles of satisfaction.

It wasn’t about selling. Selling her,

It wasn’t about that. Not for her.

It wasn’t about becoming better than those with voices that

Flowed pure enough to cause shivers of understanding.

That was theirs. But she had hers.

It...

Poetry