Write a descriptive passage about the feeling of comfort or escape that can be found when reading a story.
Maybe you remember getting lost in a good book - try to describe this unique feeling!
“Oh” To Be Enough…
Catch the prompt as it flies over…
In the stale air of the morning,
You are needed.
An ache to be kneaded,
In this broken dawning.
In the light of your kindness,
I am bold,
To never fold,
Such passion seems mindless.
In the end of this day,
We do rest,
So I can attest,
There is no decay.
Such is your care,
We dream clear,
To be freer,
So all of us can bear.
Love you R
Empathy Is A Cup Full
We all need to balance our lives…
Hell becomes lesser,
Happiness becomes paler,
Sadness becomes bearable
And tolerance becomes patience.
Our outlets when it comes to coping with all the shit that life decides to throw at us are is our own.
Whether it be the printed pages, the pixelated characters in a video game or the notes of our beloved music.
We hold dear to that which helps us through.
Glasses shatter, screams echo.
My sisters cry in the next room.
I’m too scared to cross over.
I’ll get caught. I’ll get hit.
I’m in my room again, I hear them screaming again. It’s normal. They’re divorced, yet somehow momma is still here. She sleeps here, because all her pill popping friends won’t let her sleep there.
Doors slam. It gets quiet. Then like an explosion, it starts back up without ...
Lost in ink stained worlds adorned with adventure and intrigue. With a pages turn time moves, sifting through year’s of a humans loves and losses.
Forgotten be the wind whipped roof’s and clamorous shutters battered with storm’s ire. For Iv found love in a place of my control. Peace be, in that musty smell proffered by leather bound immortals.
Iv found my heaven. With no want of moral obligation...
My fingertips caress the front of the book, engulfing them in a cloud of anticipation. As I leaf through every page, the words emit a faint whisper, bursting with the excitement of delving into a new world. Where will this one take me? I wonder to myself. There are no limits, to choose a new story is the feeling of freedom. As my eyes skim the ink, reading over line by line, I can feel the world a...
📚 My Crew 🪄
“Hey, where’s your spell book?”
Hermione would say.
“Hurry up, you mighty bloke!
We’ve got a test today!”
“Listen closely, here’s the plan…”
Kaz whispers quietly.
Nina laughs, claps her hands,
“King Kaz, so high and mighty!”
Jameson Hawthorne winks at me,
Sending butterflies up my spine.
“Hey Heiress! Are you almost ready?
It’s only a quarter to nine!”
Rowan Whitethorn takes me in his arms,
Where Am I?
I feel my heartbeat in my head, making its way down to my fingertips.
I am running. The tunnel I am running in is collapsing, caving in on itself.
Chunks of dirt and rubble rain down on me, showering my skin in an unwanted array of soot.
Why did I think this was a good idea? Risking everything to steal this piece of junk, and for what? To be rich? To bring glory to my family? Well, forget ...
Before I could read I felt marooned
On a planet too far from home
Isolated without remembrance
of dimensional origins connected
Earth with its beauty and grace
Homed a being of savage means
Escape was my daily chore
Until I opened my first book
It wrote of planets, creatures and souls
And then I knew I wasn’t lost
Visions of places unknown
Dropped like a payload to be scribed
A lifetime of wo...
Sleep Can Wait
You suddenly look up, bleary eyed. Your legs are stiff and your neck is bent just a little funny. You realize you’ve barely moved in hours, only to shift slightly or turn the pages of the book in your hand. Time has ticked by, but you were so engrossed in the story, so lost in the words. It’s much later than you planned on staying up, but you had to read just one more chapter, just get to that nex...