The mysterious purple stormcloud was purple and a women was holding a purple umbrella and the grass is mysterious thing is slithering...

Each step forward I feel the weight

maybe baggage I’m just too afraid to get rid of

Holding me back from the person that I’m supposed to be

the vision beauty and so much color

Yet

the same old black and white stain me

at this point the colors have been becoming more bright.

The shapes have been becoming more clear

I know exactly where I want to be at the end of my years

Your eyes so piercing...

My sister is dead. As I watch the magical, purple fumes of death take her away, I am angry and sorrowful.

Dreem was my only sibling since our parents were executed 20 years ago by the evil witch, Narcissa. I was only 3 months old while Dreem was 2 years old. We were forced under supervision by Narcissa’s in-laws, whom she also tortured and enslaved. I grew up eating breadcrumbs and drinking water...

Today I walk a long, grueling walk.

Each step heavy and rife with passion.

With the first stride looms Bitterness.

The second moulds Loathing.

The third wrenches Malice.

The fourth claws at Wrath.

Raw emotion eddies within me and rouses the land I devour.

I stagger one last step down the serpentine path, unable to contain the savageness building within me.

I stop and turn slowly.

All colour ...

I see stranger things! The Netflix show!!!

Back to writing

A cloud of colors form magic. A woman holding umbrella. Wants the magic to consume her. But will the magic destroy. For it’s told … it’s a price we pay to use magic.

If the cloud of destiny accepts her. Will it be used for good or bad magic. Deep thoughts!...

**BOOM**,

a puff of purple fills the air.

The sky filled with the violent violet cloud.

The sycamores swaying with the sever strike.

**HUFF**,

my heart quivers with the rest of me.

The smothering air suffocates me.

The sky blacked out _no_**_ _****purpled **out.

_silence_

The air now staunt like my heart.

I lay in the pistachio plains.

my life snuffed, _squashed_ by the violent violet of the air....

Remembering all the things you’ve said.

Eventually I will get out of my head.

Learning to walk ahead.

I will take the dirt and shed.

Everything has changed so I can wed.

Feeling the peace now in my bed....

A figure stands and watches the magical dust enter the town as her family is hopefully hiding safely. That’s who the villain is after. Not her, but her family. She is hoping she can keep hee family safe by being a distraction or even sacrifice. She would bear whatever this curse may hold as long as her family was safe....

This is not what she expected when she grabbed her favorite purple umbrella for a walk in the drizzling rain. Escaping into nature when the weather feels like a moody fall day, always provided her this type of somber solace. However, this time she was feeling everything but solace. Seeing the purple haze from afar, ignited every bone in her body. She immediately knew the day she had been dread...

Red and blue

Makes a purple hue

Many hues actually

But this one is more true

Deep, vibrant

It lights up the sky

Clearing out the gray

Clearing out the dullness

The darkness to make way of light

Clouds of purple from afar

It’s like my shining star

Of hope

Of faith

I’m ready with each step I take

I hope on the way I don’t break

As I know this weight on me

Is one of many that I can shake...