• Simone? commented on the post, sanctity 6 years, 1 month ago

    Angelic as the angels scream as every human learns to pray inside their dreams. Everyone has sin inside of them, like a sadistic trait. Satan knows. He lives off our torment, lives off our smirks when we kill someone. While God boils at his throne like a cauldron over flowing. We’re not sanctity, we portray our sins. We defile our sacredness and…[Read more]

  • Simone? commented on the post, props 6 years, 7 months ago

    A variety of colours and shapes. Mystical and mesmerising. Half of them may not exist, and the other half, you’d never think to see. They lie behind the costumes and the actors, amongst with the scenery and the […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, framework 6 years, 9 months ago

    Intricate swirls. Tiny threads of gold and silver. Delicate to the touch. Soft with the stroke, of my slender fingers. The frame was pretty. The picture inside, prettier. It was me, of course. My slender fingers […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, pastel 7 years ago

    Every colour drained from soul. Bleeding blue, down to the scarring crimson brown. I was dying. It was too hot for me to bare. My once pastel pink skin, now laid a mess on the floor, like melted ice cream all […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, sparkling 7 years, 2 months ago

    “Another glass M’am?” I sigh and shake my head, loosely. Still fingering a full glass in my hand. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything, and the only reason I went to this stupid formal dinner was for my sister. She wanted back up in case the plan of seducing the host of this […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, apron 7 years, 2 months ago

    “One minute left, keep cooking!” I must keep going, I want to win. I have to win. I’ll make mom proud, I’ll make them all fell accomplished from me. If I lose, I go back to being an average student, and a normal daughter. A nobody to my mom. “Stop cooking!” I remove my apron […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, thorns 7 years, 2 months ago

    A field of thorns wasn’t enough for you. You wanted more, like the spoilt person you are. So I got my revenge. Dragged you by your hair, through the field. A day you’ll never forget. You have the scars as reminders.

  • Simone? commented on the post, trunk 7 years, 2 months ago

    I hide you in the trunk of my car, like I hide my secrets in the closet. No one will find you. After the first time, you screamed! Silly mistake, but that was easily covered up with a snip of the tongue. Makes a nice object to sell. Two weeks you’ve been in there, and […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, hurry 7 years, 2 months ago

    A second, to make it. You dash in a hurry. Jumping, and leaping. Past the horrific crowds of screaming and pushing. You manage to get across, dancing, and smiling. Quick, and light, and nimble on your toes. You fly overhead, like a fairy or an angel. However you did it, your at the front of […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, gown 7 years, 3 months ago

    Everything is dressed with another layer. Everything hides what they really are, in a gown of abyss. No one knows what’s underneath, and sometimes we can not identify what’s on top. However, all we know is ourselves. We know we are human, we know our own traits. As long as you know you are a […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, deserve 7 years, 3 months ago

    Every gift placed upon your hand, never received a thank you, or even a simple smile. You take it, and you keep it, and you give nothing in return. And I pray that one day, only one day, that your light flickers, and your room shakes. What could it be? You’ll think, but not before […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, president 7 years, 3 months ago

    “And today, is a new day, for a new change. I watch this world, I watch it crumble, and I’ve had enough of all this fake selflessness. No more, I can’t take it! I bid to rid all peace in the world, and replace everything good, with evil! If we can’t all be good, let’s […]

  • Simone? commented on the post, beginning 7 years, 4 months ago

    As the land still remained frozen beneath all the layers of ice and snow. A crack began to form, and it shattered down until it reached the ground. A sign of life peered out, a sign of hope. A flower, so beautiful, it marked the beginning of a new generation.