Mars

To get away from hectic everyday life, I write, and I write, and I write, hoping to learn how to find inspiration from even the littlest of things.

Writings

Followers

Following

Mars

To get away from hectic everyday life, I write, and I write, and I write, hoping to learn how to find inspiration from even the littlest of things.

Writings

Followers

Following

The paper mask

Mars

2 min read

They live to lie, and lies to live.

Humans that is. Deceptive creatures who hide everything, creating masks and wearing them without shame.

We watch as the man walks by, wearing his mask of leather. Strong and resilient hiding his humble status.

A young lady walks by, a wooden mask with a smile carved on it. A strong soul hiding her challenges, a secretive one.

Then there's him.

He holds ...

Drama

Lost in Space

Mars

1 min read

Lost in space and time I roam,

an astronaut far from home.

My ship, my beacon, not in sight,

as I wander this endless night.

I fix my gaze upon the stars

and the galaxies twinkle from afar.

I'm mesmerized, in awe and daze,

by beauty that leaves me in a trance.

The nebulae, a cloud made of dreams.

The supernova and its fiery beams.

The planets spinning like a dance,

all of it a cosmic romance.

...

Adventure

Poetry

No Tragic Heroes

Mars

1 min read

"The people love a good tragedy you know? Especially tragedies that involve heroes."

Can in frown at the emphasis of the final word, "what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that your ending will not be a good one?"

"It will!" Cain snapped at the masked man, "my ending will be a...a happy one."

Lumiere sighed, disappointing dripping his tone heavily as he leaned back on the branch. "You are n...

Adventure

Romance

Father's bones to paper...

Mars

1 min read

Father's bones to paper,

mother's blood to ink,

our belongings...

are not what you think.

Brooms from sister's hair

and brother's veins to strings,

want to know what else

a body can bring?

Fingernails when screwed

can turn into nails.

Our heads when emptied,

can turn into pails!

Except Bill over there

not a thought in his head,

but he lead the Halloween merch,

when he turned up dead!

His eyes ...

Poetry

Horror

A Mage, and a Tailor

Mars

2 min read

The scarred mage was no great man, he knew that better than any other. To have come this far he has kicked many down. He has hurt so many around him that he deserved to be hurt just as much.

And yet...yet...

When he sees the smile of the young tailor in front of him, dancing around with silks and satin, flourishing thread and ribbons like it was a magic of his own, the mage is desperate to belie...

Romance

A Lonely World

Mars

1 min read

When you wake up to silence

Not a cheer, nor a call

no footsteps running around

your clean and polished hall

As you make yourself breakfast

some bread, and some tea

it is when you then realize

there is just too much peace

When there's no birds chirping

no sweet songs in the air

not a friendly neighbor hello

or a compliment on your wear

You sit on your porch

and watch the clear blue skies

this p...

Poetry

Go Fish

Mars

1 min read

"I don't see what's so interesting?"

The voice startled me, I didn't expect him to creep up on me like that.

Well, he's always creeping, never to be seen, always around. I just didn't expect him to speak up out of nowhere.

Quickly masking my surprise I retorted, "in front of you, the person with the booklet."

"What? You mean the one who's walking around passing booklets and is being ignored?"...

Drama

Pie in the Sky

Mars

5 min read

I know and old man who lived on the streets. He was as tall as sign posts and had a beard so scruffy you can hear shuffle when he put his hand on it. He was thin too, thinner than a stick with black eyes.

He always held his hand out to us, like he wanted to shake it. We never did though, because one time when little Lucy from school shook his hand she got beaten hard by her ma.

We liked to watc...

Drama

Awakening of the Apocalypse

Mars

1 min read

They were all children,

with their own lives to lead.

Yet you only see them

perched on their steeds.

The apocalypse is coming,

out of nowhere, we didn't know.

Yet for they who have awakened,

it had come long ago.

The first was a beauty,

loved and adored by all.

But when her fever rose,

they silently watched her fall.

"Why am I unloved,

for the sin of being sick?"

A hand reached out, an offer, a...

Thriller

Poetry

The Baby's New Protector

Mars

2 min read

I was the smallest in the family! I was the baby!

So why was everyone suddenly calling some other pup the baby?

"Awww baby Melia's laughing!" "Awww look at her tiny hands"

I yip and howl for the attention but they have been crowding around this new pup the whole afternoon! I can't even see my competition here!

Suddenly I hear the most high pitched scream, not pup-like at all! The new 'baby' s...

Humour