His eye struck me with simmering rage.

“Delia, why?” He uttered, his voice stern.

Theo knew then, he knew that I put myself in a dangerous situation, one that could’ve killed me.

“I cannot wait for more people to die to take action, Theo,” I explained. “I will fight for our kingdom’s peace.”

“Delia, you barely know how to fight! How will that be any help to anyone?” He said, furious.

He caugh...

when I see him I turn to mush, molten lava, a melted blob. he makes me weak, he makes my tummy feel funny and my hands tingle. I can imagine him hurting the people that have hurt me. I can imagine him getting furious when I don’t take care of myself. I can imagine him holding my hand and keeping the hair out of my face whenever I just need a good, long, cry. I can imagine him helping me through wh...

His presence always stirs something furious in the eyes of others, his softspoken words sung into various ears, slithering pleasant ideas into other’s minds, but never with me.

When others’ hearts previously closed had quickly turned molten underneath his warm gaze, he just simply could never find a way to wriggle into brain, nor heart.

A steel wall, a impenetrable fortress, a crisis he just could...

His molten stare cuts me from across the table.

I try to stray my eyes away,

But he does not stop.

“Greta, what do you do with your life?” His taunting voice asks.

I get nervous.

“I read” I pause and think, “and bake, and—“ I cut myself off, feeling the crisis creeping up.

I have nothing to say to him.

I search and search for words, but can find none.

“That’s all you do?” He snarks.

“I- ye...

Sheathed in a cloak of mystery, untouchable to those around him is Ephai Vitalis. His ascent to power within the cut throat underground of Ember Shade at a young age was enough to set him apart from the other thugs and wanna-be thieves that attempted to make their way up ranks in the vast underbelly of the tyrannical empire. There was no clear name for the operation he took over, but Ephai made su...

When Gim gets scared, his skin molts into poisonous oil as a defense to burn everything that’s in contact.

This makes things hard for Gim, living in a big city and all, of course.

So Gim makes sure to avoid the alley ways, avoid crossing the busy “honk” sound filled streets, and even avoids walking by benches because those have pigeons (and we all know that pigeons aren’t real; they’re just a m...

(A small character profile on Nova from my series of Trust stories. Can be read separately though.)

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Nova grew up in crisis. With her sister being a witch in a witch-hating world, she has never known peace.

She tries to be optimistic for Haze, but underneath, she is furious. Anger fuels every step, every action.

Haze is beautiful, inside and out. Nova thinks that if you literally cut into H...

My fury creeps

like scorching lava

No firey explosion

just steady flow

Of white hot pain

hardening into rock

In molten submission

oozing quiet and slow

A volcano is power but

I’m the chill one so

Even in crisis

my rage doesn’t show

Rocks are made by

cooling down so

If I’m mad I’m often ...

The place had seemed quiet, in a peaceful way, a couple of hours ago, compared to now.

A work place that had been a safe place.

Anthony had been hitting on Julia again. And though she had a pout on her lips, her eyes occasionally twinkled and she was doing that thing with her hair that proved she enjoyed the attention and could flirt away if she wanted.

Matthew was losing it with whoever he wa...

My lips split in the middle

Molten voices in my ears

Hey, what if I just stabbed myself in the eye?

My computer responds with a scream

*CONSIDER THIS A WARNING*

Only cowards buy safety pins

Real men aren’t women

Real women are beautiful

My face reflects back at me in my phone

*be happy* flashes up on the screen

It’s on my bucket list

I see him everywhere like a hallucination

“Oh my god, I thin...