Ripped, shattered, torn,
words that describe the ragged mess that I am.
Gave him my heart,
blood, sweat, and tears,
devoted to the love that I thought was mine.
Wounds are suppose to heal,
stitching themselves over to reveal a scab,
but the scar on my heart will never go away.
A constant reminder of the darkness I went
through.
And even though I feel like I’m healed,
scars never truly go away....
**_(Author’s Note: This is one of the longest stories I’ve ever written, but I promise it’s worth it. Thanks for reading! <3)
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“Again!”
Nikolai held his head in exhaustion. He had been at it for literal hours. Shadow warping himself so he can be “invisible”. But the closest he’d gotten was a dark cloud surrounding him that sparked with white hot electricity. Definitely not what he was going f...
I was quiet, but I was not blind.
could hear you and Dad argue every night. See the way you both tensed when you had to talk about something. I never said anything, in fear of my suspicions coming true. But now…now I can’t keep quite anymore.
“Quiet mouths don’t get fed.” Isn’t that what you’ve always told me?
That when something is on my mind, I should express myself. You’ve always been such ...
Her fleeting,
warm touch is always too far for me to grasp.
Like awoken from a splendid dream.
I can practically smell her perfume,
roses and vanilla.
The comforting scent always put me at ease.
Now,
it’s just a reminder of how she abandoned me.
Her laughter on the wind,
her glittering smile and striking green eyes.
The way she held my hand as we walked together in the park.
It’s like she’s _...
It was never supposed to work. She was never supposed to… die…
But the injuries were too great. Too much blood spilled.
Now she’s dead. And it’s all my fault.
Dahlia and I shared the stage at the theater downtown. God, was she talented. Always securing the leading role, embodying each character with effortless grace and a radiant smile. Her tanned skin and curly blonde hair, a beautiful chaos, ...
“Ugh! ‘Please remember…’ But remember what? What’s happening?!” Harper throws her dagger, watching it slice mid-blade.
Two days since that boy broke in. Two days since she started to recall the night she woke up, yet the elusive details slip away each time she reaches for them.
She shudders, closing her eyes as her voice screams in her mind, the icy touch of chains wrapping around her limbs. May...
I would be your darkest nightmare, your fears brought to life.
The things that make you shake or cry,
that will be me.
I would be your insecurities,
every. single. thing. that you hate about yourself.
Every time you look in the mirror,
that’s me.
I would be your hatred,
the people that you hate with such a passion
with such fire
gives me freedom to consume you.
I would be your gread,
the thing...
**THUD!**
Harper jolts awake, nearly tumbling from her tangled bedsheets. The dark shadows in her spacious room twist into unsettling shapes. Grabbing the cool blade hidden under her pillow, she prepares for anything. As the daughter of the most hated general in history, caution is essential.
Flicking a bracelet on her wrist, a soft, translucent shield surrounds her just as a small object whizzes...
(Authors note: I hate the way I wrote this. Please don’t cringe <3)
The whispers on the wind beckon me closer,
wrapping their fingers around my wrist and gently drag me along.
They lead me down a winding path filled with thorns and wild beasts,
scrapping my skin,
leaving me dripping blood behind.
They voice my darkest fears,
shattering my thoughts into countless fragments.
But I fight against t...
“Who. Are. You?” He hisses.
Those were the hardest theee words to hear in my life.
Becuase really! Who am I?
I’ve tried so many times to blend in and fit into society—to fit into my kingdom, all for nothing.
Now with my dagger in one hand, chest heaving, knees shaking, he askes me that question.
I had killled the King to protect my people, but in doing so, I’d lost my best friend. What have I...
