Just a 34 year old Youth directer that loves writing and has no idea what she is doing. Please feel free to grammar check my I love to write but am not great a grammar checking feed back is welcomed as well
Just a 34 year old Youth directer that loves writing and has no idea what she is doing. Please feel free to grammar check my I love to write but am not great a grammar checking feed back is welcomed as well
The heart, Our hearts.
Beat of life, center of living.
Feelings start there, and end there.
And yet we want to guard them;
Our Hearts, the very thing that is both tremendously strong yet so weak it freights us.
So, some of us young lock them up refusing to let them free.
Some cage our heart when we are older.
After all the hurt, the pain, and the distress.
We hide our hearts and refuse to listen...
“Huh,” Vages Black tilted his head to one side like a dog would at hearing a strange noise. “I didn’t think about that.”
I sighed looking at my partner annoyance no doubt written all over my face. “Of course not,” I replied. “You don’t think about anything.” That last part I muttered under my breath but i was pretty sure he still heard it as he looked at me.
Vages Black, brother of Noura Black...
“Run.” Rift’s voice was calm way too calm for the face she was making a mix of concern, fear, and anger. I on the other hand was frozen like a deer in head lights when Rift realized I was not running as she had told me to she grabbed arm, and dragged me in to a full on sprint as she cursed under her breath. It was dark and I couldn’t see the things that were chasing us but I could hear them. My he...
The old bookstore had always been my escape, but today if felt different, almost magical like the air in the bookstore had a tingle to it tasting slightly sour. The atmosphere seemed calm but tense like a calm before a storm, but also safe and protective. My multi colored eye one aqua one purple scanned the store looking for its owner, but she was no where to be found. ‘She must be in the back.’ I...