The Burning FlowerI am still very much in love and being attracted to anyone doesnt feel right anymoreI will heal on my own in timeLike a forest that has caught fireTime will heal meand with the ashes, a new hope can growmaybe into a great tree...maybe a delicate floweronly time will tellit is quite possible that i may end up as a tiny flower inside a strong tree...and then an axeman comes through and chops me down to find the flower inside,plucking it and claiming it as his....i hope he does not choose to burn itbut to replant it and water ittread carefully with your candleeven though i am still buried in ashes...it does not mean i can't fe
Fury Fury. Pure, utter, mind-blowing rage.That feeling in the pit of your stomach that lets you percieve the actual boiling of your stomach acids.The all-consuming blood-lust that takes over your mind and body. All sight becomes crimson. Your heart beats like a helicopter in your throat, your palms begin to sweat, your body temperature rises, and it's as if, for a few moments, that the same stomach acid could ignite somewhere between there and your mouth, and you could unleash a blast of magma unto your victim.You feel like smashing things, breaking things, but you can't be so uncivlized, so you hold it in, bottle it up, air-tight, and that
The Porcelain Bird My dreams and nightmares are getting more crazy. So crazy, in fact, I'm going to make a short story out of the one I had last night.The dream/nightmare was in first person, but I wasn't...me. It was weird...but I did have a name. It was Arella. It's weird because I've never even heard of that name before. The other name is true as well. None of which I have ever heard of in my life.[sorry for the weird paragraphing] I was captured. At least I thought I was. I was in this...prison with brownish-green stone walls, with moss growing between the cracks. I stood up and stretched, my body a little sore from lying on the ha
Pearl: Preface It was the dead of night, the stars cast a luminous reflection on the still lake. The sky was an inky black-indigo as I edged toward the shimmering mirror of liquid. The verdant forest surrounding me was completely quiet. My chilled breathing and soft, agile footsteps were nearly deafening against the silence. I took a breath slightly deeper than my others and looked up to the sky to see only one cloud. Normally on nights like these, the color of the cloud matched the sky behind it. No...not this one...it was a bloody mahogany from what I could see. Chills rippled throu
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