Auroras skin was a pale orange - similar to her mother's. The ends of each of her fingers started constellations of stars that dragged along her hands. Each finger tip covered in tiny white sparkles.

She wore rings, gold matching her skin tone. Wrists covered in shiny yellow jewelry and fingers having several gold rings.

Her nails were also always done. She preferred warm colors like orange re...

In a world full of war, Aurora sat on her bed. Looking through her window, she moved the transparent yellow curtains slightly as she gazed upon the kingdom her father ruled. Currently there was a break in this celestial commotion - In her eyes, a breath of fresh air for the first time in a while.

Now confusion surrounds everyone who is willing to read. Let me explain.

Aurora lives on the sun. Be...

My city is on fire

They raise the standards higher

And the marks on my papers get brighter and brighter.

Everything surrounding me in gray colored ashes

Broken, shattered, smoke stained glasses.

A metaphor to lighten up the unbearable truth.

A phrase I will use to conceal what I lose.

Watered down mascara or a tear stained face

Isn't enough to let me take a break.

Late assignments and crimso...