I'm an aspiring Christian writer.....I enjoy writing and want to improve on it, both in my creativity department, and my actual skill set. Genres ~ fantasy, poetry, reflective, prayers, short story
I'm an aspiring Christian writer.....I enjoy writing and want to improve on it, both in my creativity department, and my actual skill set. Genres ~ fantasy, poetry, reflective, prayers, short story
And just like that, a faerie spirit named Sylle came into being.
Time skip - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As a faerie, Sylle’s whole life purpose was to watch over and protect one person, and whether they were human or fae made no difference. It took 5 months before she gained any sense of purpose, during which time she wandered aimlessly in the forest lands of Artua. It was another 3...
So, I was just down the road the other day, staring at the sun, minding my own business when - - - there's someone who looks just like me standing right there! One second...ouch! Okay, that was just my reflection. Anyway, where was I? Oh, did you know if you turn your head upside down, you can actually see better? Me either. Last time I tried that, people laughed at me.
What's that?!
Hmmm. Okay, w...
Entry #12
I have been on my search for about 16 days now. It took a whole week and a half to even reach the glass animal circle. Since then, I've discovered various leads, but so far, none have proved fruitful. My frustration got the better of me yesterday, and I tried chopping up that snake statue. My sore shoulders and bandaged side to show just how well that idea played out. (To be fair, I hadn...
One day, when on a trip I went,
My sister, along for the drive,
I drove all day, and then night came,
Surprisingly we were still alive.
Toward the end, of that long day,
We were tired, but the sun still shone.
Snacks and water, stories and shades,
We made it, but there was no hurray.
My brain was stressed.
My hands clenched tight.
I couldn't handle more but less.
My eyes felt strained by any lig...
I entered the interview,
My confidence unbroken.
The questions, expected,
My answers were well-spoken.
Knowledge of the work,
Sure I’d learn on the job.
Technology was a must,
But I scraped by uncaught.
I left the interview,
My story a success!
Who knew, later on,
I'd have to confess.
Heavy objects, I could lift,
Orders and phone calls, I’d take.
Day by day, going through,
My paycheck at stake....
I never get a cold, okay. Like never. I don't even have to take medicine. Okay, now with all that out of the way, I have to confess, I don't feel so good today. My stomach is dueling with my intestines, and I'm fairly certain that my heart and lungs have switched places. It is not very good at all. How could it get any worse, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. I have been commissioned, along with the r...
It was a small town; the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Well, not literally everyone knew everyone, but the town had that kind of feeling. People would gather at the local restaurants or the chocolate shop to catch up on the going ons of each other’s lives.
Every Monday, the post office parking lot would be full of cars coming and going, receiving their mail, or sending things out.
Th...
“It doesn’t make sense! You can’t be here!” her voice is broken and panicked. Her eyes are demanding but afraid. I let out a sigh. “I told you once before: you will never be forgiven for what you’ve done. I can never do that.” I look back to the place I must go. Around us, the Great Vine upon which we stand is silent, seeming to wait for our conversation to end; to wait for a decision to be made. ...
You never looked behind,
After you went away.
You slammed the door,
Your retreating figure,
Casting shadows,
Across the snow.
I was just a little child,
When you went away.
Confusion and disbelief,
Crowding mind,
Fear and insecurity,
Filling my heart.
Both children back then,
When you ran away.
It was cold on that day,
Snow piled around.
You fled from my sight,
No explanation and no glance ba...