When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds of if I just extended my arms a little further and run my palms over the world no ground dwellers could see. With every growth spurt, I would try again and again and again with no progress. My parents kept encouraging me.

“Never stop reaching for great hights,” my mothe...

Not even an ounce of jealousy from him, nor a flicker of regret. He sits in his little corner booth, sipping whisky, devouring the groupies around him with his eyes as they giggle at whatever stupid joke he said. I slow my pace, hands tightening around my many heavy shopping bags, ensuring he sees that I’ve moved on from what I thought was his love.

But nothing. Still nothing.

He’d kissed anoth...

Roses have thorns because there are disgusting, sick people in the world who wish to ravage their petals, rip them by the stems for their own sick pleasures. They think just because they have an alluring scent, they have the right to take their perverse hands and rip them from the soil they only just bloomed from.

Fortunately for other flowers like daisies, sunflowers, peonies, and more, they are...

I live a life of joy

Where colors are brighter

And I can fly

As I am not the world’s toy

Eventually, I was told

That there will be a wonderful change

I was excited

As I yearned to grow

But what came next was cold

Everything began to dull

And everything grew eyes

Their gazes devouring me

As they wish to prize more than my skull

My new, fuller feathers came with a price

An existence of pain

Of ...

(It’s not exactly the prompt, but here you go)

My hands hold firmly onto a sword, pointing it towards my opponent.

But it isn’t a sword used to harm.

It is for sport.

And on this particular night, my dearest friend and I are practicing. We are restless from the night’s revelries, still in our formal wear and unable to find any other way to release. It’s been so long since a match didn’t win in...

It was when my girlfriend Jessica and I were out together that I realized I’d forgotten to tell her about the crows when she arrived at the airport. Ever since their homes were destroyed from the ravenous wildfires, they have craved sustenance, and in the midst of natural selection and Darwinism, most have grown to develop the ability to sense when someone shall die. So they can patiently await th...

(This is for a Phantom of the Opera retelling I’m putting together. I hope you enjoy it!)

After surrounding him, ripping him apart, and taking him from his home, his mask lays unmarred on the rocky cave ground. His defining feature. I do not know where he is or where he shall be kept. In another cell? To the guillotine? I take this mask in my hands and weep. If only I hadn’t killed Raol. If only...

Bigotry is defined as an “obstinate or unreasonable attachment to a belief, opinion, or faction, in particular prejudice against a person or people on the basis of their membership of a particular group.” It is a word that has torn the world apart. It has killed thousands of innocent lives on the basis of something as simple as who they are, and it is something that drives people to do or promote ...

I’ve always known of my two-way mirror. That is why I never step before it. I am not afraid of the phantom that awaits me there. It brings him ecstasy whenever he comes to my room to teach me, and I’ve never been able to bring anyone else in this opera house joy. Not even to Madame Giry no matter how well I perform.

And that is because I was born with a cursed face.

Though he haunts, extorts, ...

I want more than just our peace.

I want to do more than just sit with you in our solitude, where nothing is and ever will be wrong because I know that’s not true.

I want to pull you through the battlegrounds of anger, of the darkness of grief, and the whirlwinds of sadness.

And I am not saying I don’t appreciate the moments where we are so joyous that we forget the strife of life. I love the...