🌹~Liz~🌹

She/her ~17~ Just trying to bring my imagination to paper ♥️. I’m in LOVE with writing and experimenting with it but cannot keep a streak to save my life-I’m on and off this app a lot-:) FAV BOOK: All the Light We Cannot See

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🌹~Liz~🌹

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Blood Pact

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1 min read

I scrub my skin with iron wool—

Cleaning off layers with strings of metal,

Slicing my body in pieces,

Uprooting myself in layers,

Lying in a crimson shower.

And though my body melts away,

My soul holds ground, unmoved,

For here it has been deeply planted,

And here it will stay.

I’ve torn myself to shreds—

To rebuild a person from scratch,

Rewiring fresh veins,

Weilding new bones,

But the unto...

Poetry

This Is Meant To Be

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1 min read

When they first married

Their love was new,

Full of sincerity,

Passion too.

She could fix him

And he would see,

That though there would be hardships,

“This was meant to be.”

But as time passed

Their love turned dark,

His anger fueled

Spouts of violent sparks.

His hands like chains

Bound her tight,

In the coldest hours

Of the night.

And in these times

When she would plea,

Her weak heart ensur...

Poetry

Drama

A Pirate’s Lesson

🌹~Liz~🌹

1 min read

Mother Nature is quiet tonight. Her dark blue, gentle, yet poisonous waves rock back and forth in an entrancing, enticing rhythm, brushing against ancient Captain Malaney’s ship, _Francesca. _

They_ _shield_ s_iren’s yellow, hungry eyes that watch the every move of my fellow drunken sailors, who are dancing threateningly dizzy.

_Lap, lick, smack. _

Why does water insist on sounding like...

The Wings Of A Butterfly

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1 min read

The wings of a butterfly

Lay crumpled at my feet

My heart begs to live

But I won’t let it beat

Because somewhere in this great big world

Somewhere your body lays

And until I get to bury you

I’m gonna keep digging that grave

Fly me away on your wings of ivory

Don’t leave me to this earth

With my soiled-stained feet

And a soul drained of mirth

If only I could have something of you

To hear your v...

Poetry

Burial

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4 min read

(School has started so I won’t be as active, but anyways, I present to you part three, continuation of ‘The Letter!’)

The day that Cloeanne died was the quietest day in the history of the Hallings’ home. Uncle Finn wandered around aimlessly, still wearing the same clothes from the night she died and still feeling that horrible aching tug at his stomach. He could not bear to look at the girls. Th...

Drama

The Letter

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4 min read

~This is a continuation of my story The Day She Stopped Waiting~

_Dear Adessa,_

_ __I know this must be very sudden for you, and I apologize that most of my more recent letters have brought nothing but bad news to the family. I’m afraid that this letter brings more of that. First I got sick, Warrick disappeared, and now I’m dying. I didn’t want to write to you until I was sure of it, but I’v...

Drama

Unmasked (Part 2)

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6 min read

*From the perspective of 324 because why not?*

Is it truly believable that when, in the name of equality, if all humans are raised the same, dressed the same, fed the same, given the same items, taught the same subjects, given the same opportunities, and spoon-fed the same brainwashing slop there can still be a rise?

Someone who allows the gears in their brain to rotate just a tad, a small littl...

Science fiction

Unmasked

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5 min read

In the attic of General Y’s quarters, 717 and I sit close together in the cramped space full of cold drafts and metal.

At 717’s feet lies a small hexagonal-shaped piece of technology, the screen sending an eerie blue glow in the otherwise dark room.

“What.. what is it?” I question in a small whisper. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“An Angulux.” responds 717, running their gloved finger a...

Science fiction

Belonging

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1 min read

Belonging.

It’s something we all desire, isn’t it?

We chase it with our eyes tightly sealed.

Our hands reaching out,

We hope that anything will take hold and have us healed.

Cause that’s when we’ll belong!

When we’re finally in our place.

When we’re high up in the ranks,

And no one can call us a disgrace!

Better feared than loved,

With wolves right by our side.

We’d rather be safe hunting oth...

Poetry

Sign Here, Please?

🌹~Liz~🌹

3 min read

“Before I start the tour there will be a preliminary contract-“ says Dave in a monotonous voice that hasn’t changed intensity since we met a couple of minutes ago. He hands me a clipboard with at least five pages. I notice the long dark scar along his hand but try to ignore it.

“You need to sign this if you want to continue,” he drones.

I’m not much of a reader, so I briefly scan through the p...

Humour