M.Z.

I use to spell 'witch' instead of 'which'... Sometimes I still do🤫

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M.Z.

I use to spell 'witch' instead of 'which'... Sometimes I still do🤫

Writings

Followers

Following

Dawn

M.Z.

1 min read

I fall asleep at 4:55AM

My eyes have barely sealed shut

I pray for a few hours of tranquility

But Dawn still rises, slowly, stubbornly...

I smile when they smile

I laugh when they do,

My face falls perfectly still

When I don't have to pretend to

I collect the broken peices of myself

Scattered around like shattered glass,

I hope superglue will work

To fix up the mosaic of my past...

I'm not use ...

Poetry

Humour

Smith And Wesson

M.Z.

6 min read

It's the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.

Julia stumbles a bit, jostling the body. The neck twists in the most awful way - Like a twisler. I gag, bile rising from the emptiness of my stomach. It's been a few days since we started Hunting. No time to warm up canned soup on the Hunt.

"Sorry..." Julia mumbl...

Humour

Fantasy

Red.

M.Z.

3 min read

Red, blood red. It soaks through her white dress like spilled ink. She sends me a wild look, eyes bloodshot as a dying doe, "Help me."

She huals Bret up, her small frame dragging his dead weight like a hay bale. The red solo cup in my hand crunches beneath my grip.

"Now, help me right now, Blake." She loses grip on him as I lose my cup, stale beer splashing on my clay mud boots, "I can't carry h...

Crime

Drama

Comb It Back, Ken Doll.

M.Z.

2 min read

Scott takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead against the door. The freezer cools his skin, which is freckled and heated from annoynce.

He moves away from the door just in time for Ben to slam it open, swaggering inside. He's wearing avaitors and a hollywood smile.

"You're late." Scott growls.

"You're early." Ben remarks breezily, sliding off his jacket.

Scott's black hair is slicked back t...

Humour

Romance

Bright Nights

M.Z.

1 min read

The red lines on the circus tents are blood red in the night, only made richer by the contrast of bone white lines. It's a warm night, but there's a breeze carrying a sweet smell and a lovely chill.

The sky is navy blue, as deep as the ocean and just as vast. The stars haven't come, probably never will. Better off, the darkness is more alive without light's cry for attention.

Vibrant green tree ...

Martian.

M.Z.

3 min read

Inside a crowded room but completely alone, watching them mingle like an alien species. Maybe they're not the aliens, maybe it's me, maybe I'm the one who's from Mars.

A young woman - short blonde hair, pretty brown eyes - bumps into me. It was on purpose. She's been eyeing me for half the night. I force a charming smile.

"Easy tiger, don't want to spill wine on that pretty dress." My voice is s...

Golden Fields.

M.Z.

3 min read

The field outside my window goes on for miles, an endless wave of gold wheat that crashes against the shore of a barb-wired fence. It glows in the setting sun.

Cornflower blue sky. Sharp white clouds. Cool summer breeze. Honeyed sunset.

I count the crows gathering around my scarecrow, screaming their jagged songs into the darkening sky. There's seven... maybe nine. I've lost track.

The coarse r...

Sweeter.

M.Z.

3 min read

A bleak grey sky stretches past my car window, a watercolor splotch of a day. My legs ache. The radio has been on for so long we've heard repeats.

Mom doesn't mind, hums along to Bon Jovi like he's live in concert. Suits her, this lack of concern or worries. She's prettier like this, her eyes look brighter.

My shoulders feel smaller, cramped and rounded, like the world is shrinking around me. Th...

Shaking Hands•

M.Z.

1 min read

My hands are steady. I want them to shake. I want them to tremble and crumble and be broken. I want to smash my fingers until they quake. They should be shaking. I should be uncontrollable.

"What happened?"

I can't even place the voice to a name. It's familiar. I can't lift my eyes to check. My hands are still steady.

"What the fuck happened?" The voice is angry, harsher. I should respond.

"He...

IGNORE

M.Z.

3 min read

"I'd be careful if I were you..." Her voice drags across my ears like glass, shards of something sharp and painful, "One wrong move and our planet gets wiped clean."

Heat sizzles to life on my cheeks, in my chest. Anger is boiling hot, scolds my stomach and the Toothpaste-like breakfast I had earlier.

"Do you understand the stakes, Soldier? Or are you conducting yourself with your usual level of...

Romance

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