The flower isn’t big. About as big as the bottom of my palm to the tips of my fingers. It looks incredibly delicate, like it will crush if I hold it even a little too harsh. It’s pale pink color dried out, which worries me the most, but it’s no less beautiful.

It’s a flower. Flowers are for admiring, or giving to a loved one on a good day, or stomping on, maybe, if you had a bad one. They’re not ...

The urge questions and asks

Something I’d gladly claim

I pull my hands to do the task

To see how much I reign

The barrier I put up as planned

To only make a lightly chilling rain

Hands on hips, smile on lips, I laugh

At the beauty after my rain

It’s drizzling

Dripping

Swirling

I’ve always had the urge to ...

They.

They come slowly. They enchant you, with Their persuasive words and Their twisted beauty. They just try to help you find your way to the top.

When you’re in your flood of despair, Their words pierce through the darkness with a force that could cut the sky and a sound that could resonate from planets away. They’re the ones who reach you when all others can’t get to you.

But Their words sl...

Celia stands in front of me, hands on hips, blocking my way. For a second, I can’t breathe. I’m convinced she’s on to me, and the five seconds she scowls at me seem the longest of my life.

“Going so soon?” she asks, finally. “Why?”

I take a deep breath, and brace myself. I know what I have to do. Just act natural. I’ll be out of here before she suspects a thing.

“You know… I have things to do...

“I’m coming,”

I turn to see where the voice came from. She steps in front of some bushes, which I’m guessing she just came from. She’s tall and she stares right down at me with steely-eyes.

I glance warily back at the people assembled before me. How she managed to escape notice for twenty minutes from a team that is supposed to have all sorts of powers, I can only guess.

She seems to notice t...

She stared out the window, out past the city, into a land so close and yet so far away.

Anyone passing by would say she looked bored. Mindless, even. That she was staring out the window because she had nothing else to do. But it was anything but that. Her eyes were nearly glowing with the light of her wonder. Her soul longing so much she could feel it trying to drive out of her chest.

In looks...

Lies ahead is the opportunity

To escape my calamity

Lies ahead is something great

To escape my hate

Lies ahead is a chance

To find something grand

Lies ahead is a beauty

Wondrous and lovely

Lies ahead is more

My new open door

But can I walk the distance?

Can I give it a chance?

Can I risk everything to be me?

For this once chance to be free?

Will I find my happy ending?

Will I finally stop ...

Glasses shattered

Soul fractured

Calamity strikes

Hearts restless

Pain endless

Darkest night

Hands quivering

Cold and shivering

Feeling to die

Is there any beauty? Any high?

Ever?

Small moments of bliss

Of things as it is

Breaking the lies

A child with a smile

Green grass for a mile

Willing to try

A rainbow in clouds

Light all around

All of it mine

Steps on a floor

A wide open door

Time for...

I position my hands.

All this power, it’s like this huge intricate web. Glistening with a glow that grows day by day, spell by spell. Wondrous. Dangerous even. Do one thing incorrectly and it’ll have severe consequences. It feels amazing, though——like I’m a part of something bigger than just what can be seen.

Each fairy has a special web. The web of their power and their spells. Today, I’ll get...

Her eyes.

Her eyes pierce through me, chucking at my soul, ripping me into teensy little bits, until that’s all I am. All I’ll ever be. Broken.

Her eyes are beautiful, so brown they look gold, but can be so, so ugly when she gets that look of frenzy. Of desperation. Of hurt.

Like I hurt her.

Things she’s said to me echo through my mind, each like a wave, drowning me over and over and over a...