• Isabella commented on the post, photography 7 months, 3 weeks ago

    Photography had been her solace. She saw things differently when through a lens– the rays of light through the trees became a doorway to heaven, the clouds in the sky were ships waiting to dock.

  • Isabella commented on the post, servant 7 months, 3 weeks ago

    I looked up from the ground, into those unforgiving eyes. They mocked me, waiting for me to bow, to submit. But I am no servant, and I kneel to no man.

  • Isabella commented on the post, scan 7 months, 4 weeks ago

    She scanned the crowd, searching diligently for any sign of disturbance. People waited, eyes twitching, roaming for answers. Nothing.
    Wait-
    There, in the back. A murmur.

  • Isabella commented on the post, handlebars 12 months ago

    He held onto the handlebars of the bike, peddling quickly out of sight of the trio of uniformed officers searching for him.

  • Isabella commented on the post, sailboats 1 year ago

    The water glistened with the reflection of stars, sailboats traveling the distance between the dots, connecting them like a map.

  • Isabella commented on the post, version 1 year, 10 months ago

    This version of my shouldn’t exist. She’s vile, psychotic, completely evil to the core. And she’s after me.
    All I can do now is fight for my right to exist.

  • Isabella commented on the post, harmonica 1 year, 12 months ago

    The melodic sound of a harmonica drifted through the abandoned building, bouncing off the peeling walls eerily as the teenagers made there way through the wreckage. They looked around for the source, but it was impossible. It was coming from everywhere at once.

  • Isabella commented on the post, unopened 2 years ago

    The gray package lay just outside the door, untouched, unopened, undisturbed. It lay in wait for its next victim: the young girl padding her way to the front door after hearing the unmistakable chimes of the door bell.

  • Isabella commented on the post, windy 2 years ago

    They marched through the windy streets, a frightening and confusing sight to everyone now leaving their homes to see what was happening. The soldiers’ feet pounded on the concrete, sending a resounding ‘thump’ throughout the neighborhood.

  • Isabella commented on the post, broken 2 years ago

    This was a broken world, with broken people and a broken government. So broken that no one tried too hard to put it back together again. When someone finally sprouted from the rubble with a plan for redemption, they were quickly quieted- pulled like a weed from the dirt. There was no redemption here. This is no-man’s land, Hell brought up to earth.

  • Isabella commented on the post, monk 2 years, 1 month ago

    The temple stood mighty on the tip of a frozen mountain, surrounded by nothing but the dense white snow falling slowly through the air. A young monk stood on the edge of the porch, looking out into the barren wasteland laid before him. They don’t know what lay beyond the mountain range, and likely never will. But, sometimes the young monk can hear…[Read more]

  • Isabella commented on the post, continued 2 years, 10 months ago

    She continued on, stepping over charred bodies and blackened grass.
    ‘I did this,’ she thought. ‘I caused this.’
    She did not look back. Her destruction lays in the past now.

  • Isabella commented on the post, middle 3 years, 1 month ago

    I was stuck in the middle of a fight, as always. Never the instigator, never the victim. Yet, somehow, I’m always here, whether I want to be or not.