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The vessel serves to bring liquid potions and concoctions to your lips, so that you might enjoy their benefits. Crafted from ancient stone or granite from desert lands, sometimes even from an arcane type of hand-blown glass with beautiful patterns and motifs, this object is able to bring you health, freedom from thirst, and the ability for you to choose between beneficial concoctions and those tha...
I leave a lot… it’s easier
Easier than making connections
And feeling them break
I left my first love… it was easier
Easier than living with my emotions
I hated feeling so in love
I left my best friends… I was easier
I had to leave at some point
School was ending
I would never see them again
I leave a lot… it’s easier
But I’ll never leave you
Never leave my attachment issues...
“Rory please, I can explain it all,” Harry says, reaching for her hand.
Rory steps back with her hands on her head. “No, I don’t want to hear anything from you.”
“Rory, I promise that it’s all a misunderstanding!” Harry shouts.
“What is a misunderstanding? Me seeing you fight in a superhero mask?” Rory says. Her voice is high pitched, scared.
“No, that’s not a misunderstanding. I am a superhero...
I cant recall when I lost her. But I remember how it felt to lose her. My bones felt an awful ache; ambitious to go away. My spirit was shattered; seeking a stich. The plunging pain of it was permanent; leaving my identity paralyzed. I had to sit down, take a breath, and realize.
That the girl I used to be died....
Lucy goes still.
This happens when she gets angry.
She just shuts down.
I hate it.
It just stokes the fire of my anger.
If Lucy is a gentle wave I am the waves that crash and break the rocky cliffs.
We have always been this way.
My twin and I….
She is the calm after the storm, and I am the storm.
Her unblinking stare bores into me.
I feel hot and itchy under her scrutiny.
She knows what she’s ...
“…to be burned at the stake in accordance to the Dark Magic Association decree!” The officers voice booms throughout the roaring crowd while I stand on stage, hands tied. No one shows any sign of sympathy towards me. They shout and point and spit in my direction like I’m some traitor. Perhaps some part of me is, but I try to not think on it. It isn’t my fault, after all.
The sun beats down on my...
Fire made physical, laid out like a pie-crust and flattened with a wooden rolling pin: that is the color of the sky, stretched wide. Beneath, little floral wreaths dance and twist like children at Christmas, beneath the pointed trees. Looking onwards, one might think the ocean came to land, withering in its waves and shining in tapestries made by Nature’s hand. An oak tree, its trunk resembling a ...
(TW- slight violence and language)
I always have been a forgetful person,
I think back to the steps I took when I last
had the item I now need in this moment.
This time I know that won’t help me.
I lost this thing forever and I can never take it back, find it, or see it ever again.
It’s nonexistent now.
The pieces I glue onto myself to fill the gaps.
They can only do so much.
They took a...
She smiled at me and offered me a hand that I couldn’t help but take. I don’t necessarily regret the day I put my palm on hers, though it would have been easier if I hadn’t. I gazed into her eyes loving every second of our time together. In the past I’ve been betrayed and I felt the waves of pain surge through me. This is horrible, why would anyone do this to a person purposely? The painful feelin...
I gaze around at my characters. The troubled, the lost, the happy, the powerful. All of them. I smile at the quartet, Wren, Beatrice, Ignatius, Clive with a halo around his messy hair.
I notice a few that I almost forgot about. Akiva, Athena, Camille, Alex with his halo, Nathan, Vinnie, Layla, Bev, and Phoebe
They all look at me. Some are angry, mostly Clive. He shouts at me, screaming. “Why di...