Bubbles fill the water as soon as I step into the pool, and I suck in a sharp breath of surprise. Hands rest on my shoulders and push me back into the water as I try to climb out, panic making my heart beat faster. What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan?… Was the spirit of the water going to swallow me whole like the…[Read more]
Fluttering and swirling around me, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. They glowed a vibrant blue, and somewhere in my head I knew that they probably weren’t going to be the best for me — they were altered by the radiation that had plagued this planet after humanity left it — but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. Electricity raced up my…[Read more]
I looked at the flower in my hand, the petals wilting and falling apart, and I felt a small twinge of sadness. Someone had left it in my hand so I would find it when I awoke, and I wanted nothing more than to bring it back to full health… To bring it all the water it needed, all the sunlight. But no, its life was done… There was nothing I could do.
I look at the page of geometry homework in front of me and sigh, turning to my best friend.
“Why do they make us do this?” I demand, shoving the page onto the floor with a huff. “I’m not going to become an architect or a designer in the future; why should I care?”
Kein turns to me with an arched brow. “You love math,” he states…[Read more]
Life sucked out
Like a bat looking for its sight
Wanting always to reach to the light
But always filled with doubt
Doubt that hinders
Never to be exceeded
Trying for the haunted
Left to wonder,
“Will I reach through that veil
Or will I fall to the ground
To be devoured by the hounds?”
I heaved a long sigh as I glimpsed the flowers in their vase, welting. “I should really learn how to actually grow flowers,” I breathed, running a hand through my hair. It was so cruel, buying new flowers every week, only to watch them die in the following days… If I at least learned how to actually /grow/ flowers, they wouldn’t have to die…[Read more]
I was part of a brotherhood… what many people probably would’ve called a gang. I was part of a group, of a whole, of something bigger than me that needed /me/, of all people. That’s what they told me every day, that they needed me for some big mission. Some days, it was just a little thing — a little thing that they assured me would really help…[Read more]
“…Yours sincerely, Adam.”
The letter I held in my hands was all I had left of him now. That’s all that he’d deemed fit to leave me with; after everything we went through, after all of the memories, all of the love, all of the pain… He had vacated my life like I was nothing, taking everything with him and only leaving me with this piece of…[Read more]
I took a deep breath and looked up at the tower looming over me. Vines crawled up the sides, drilling holes into the already weary stone that constructed the tower, and I could see birds’ nests nestled among the hungry vegetation. A small smile touched my lips for a moment; those birds must feel like the Gods of the world, looking over the entire…[Read more]
I took a deep breath and reached forward, wrapping my hand around his. “I love you,” I whispered softly, my gaze locked on the ground.
I could hear his soft laugh, and he threaded his fingers through mine, clasping his hand tight around mine. “I love you too,” was his soft reply, and I looked up, shock flooding my veins. I couldn’t believe it;…[Read more]
“Leverage?” I asked quietly, looking at James with shaded eyes, and he grinned, holding up the picture of my daughter.
“Exactly. Everyone has to have it in negotiations, don’t they?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Not if negotiations are fair,” I snapped, the words hissing past my teeth.
He shrugged. “Well, life isn’t fair, sweetheart.”
People, they are one’s anchor in the realm of reality around them. They’re the only things that allow them to have something to shoot for — people are around to please, to impress, to talk to, to compare with. People exist for the sole reason of keeping people grounded in the world… even if they may not be real. When it comes to someone’s…[Read more]
I woke up with a yawn already forming in my throat, and I stretched lazily, curling my toes and arching my back.
“Gods, you remind me of a cat sometimes,” Adam chuckled from beside me, and when I focused my gaze on him, I saw that he was holding out a bagel to me. “Eat it. Food is good for you.”
I sighed and sat up, accepting the bagel.…[Read more]
A smudge on her canvas of life.
“Oh goddamnit,” Evaril sighed as she looked at the plain white canvas, and she leaned back in her chair, twirling around her paintbrush as she examined that which was before her. After a moment, though, she just shrugged and began to paint around the blemish on her canvas. ‘After all, what else can be done?’ she…[Read more]
By fabricating one’s personality, the true nature of the inner self is hidden from the world. Nothing that is real, that is emotion, that is truth can be seen from the outside… The only way to see that which is really oneself is by tearing the fabric of lies off and seeing what spills out.
The world is full of plagues. Plagues of love, of disease, of hatred, of happiness, of nightmares. Things that only those who are plagued could ever hope to understand. Those with this plague, only they will understand the heartache and hope that they experience… And in that, they will be alone.