Maria pulled the cloak tightly around her body. Her hands were dry, her lips were chapped, and the skin of her face was peeling. It had been two weeks since she was forced to leave everything behind, and she would have asked for nothing more than the confines of a safe home. 

_Was I always plagued by this illness? _She wondered. There was nothing that had made her feel set apart as a young child,...

Silence breaks the air when a cloud appears in the distance, could it be magic? or maybe a storm possible of ablitirating the planet. my eyes widen as it travels towards me, am i going to die?

it doesn’t look dangerous. it gets closer and closer, i get curious and move towards it, risking my safety but letting my curiosity take control....

Though my mind says to run the other way

My heart wonders what storm is made of the same material that shields me from rain....

An eldritch storm cloud lies just before me.

The crackling purple fog beckoning me to leave this place

and return to my own plane.

For now, my parasol shields me from the waxing silver orb,

just visible at the end of day.

The celestial mirror casting its moonwake

on the rippling waters of a nearby pond.

The lachrymose song of a nearby songbird bids me adieu

I whistle back that I'll return,

but w...

You have yearned for this.

You lowered your expectations.

Let dirt trap itself under your nails,

Watched your skin peel revealing your bones.

You have begged for this.

You lowered your self respect.

Crawled on all fours beneath their hands,

Took the cards that were dealt to you.

Lies seeped down your throat,

And you reveled in the sound it made.

Yet still, this looms before you,

The seemingly un...

The purple smoke made me choke

The magical essence of this cloud

Could it be the fairies coming to save me

One could only hope

I fainted in the cloud of the mystical smoke

My intuition was listening as the universe spoke

I inhaled the purple smoke...

Decimated. The world had changed.

There were still races, we still felt overpopulated, we were still fighting with each other,

but now we were few. Cramped together on an island where we had found safety surrounded by water. We had all travelled here by boat when we had heard over the radio that we might be able to survive what was happening.

Everyone I had known was dead. My husband. My chil...

The dry wind wisps through my hair

As I walk a path so desolate and bare.

Dark clouds loom above me

In the dreary sky,

So I hold up my umbrella

In an attempt to hide

Away from their poison

That they threaten to cry.

I look to the trees,

They cower behind their misty veil

And quiver in the chilling breeze.

My gaze searches the swaying grass,

It tries to warn me

But my reason is far too illusive ...

Lana and Elowyn walked through the field, surrounded by purple flowers. The air was filled with the scent of roses and a hint of lavender, while the sun blazed mercilessly overhead.

“How much farther?” Lana panted, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. “I can’t keep going. I need water. It’s way too hot.”

Elowyn sighed. “Not much farther. We don’t have time to stop.”

Lana shot her a surprised ...

In the heart of the storm, passions ignite,

Thunder rolls loud, and the world feels right.

Lightning strikes, a fierce embrace,

In the chaos, we find our place.

Winds may howl, but we stand strong,

In the eye of the tempest, we belong.

Every clash, every tear,

A reminder of love, raw and clear.

But even in storms, there’s beauty to see,

The way you look at me, wild and free.

...